Black man, black can,
Paintings at the evening hand,
Anything she wanted and the colors of the saddening day
If she stopped to smell the roses
On the sunny side of life,
And appreciate the hummin', busy,
tried "so hard"to reach him, mine
Then the darkness of the blackest soul
Copping off of her a-s-s-h-o-l-e
Became a yellow shrieking " fraud!"
"Ripping off" could not afford,
In numbers
Too large to ignore,
But then there was the law, so glift,
Put in "hock" 4 every gyp,
"...if I was with you, you would not..."
Old Dick and Jane...
And a dog named Spot