I argued with a wounded man
He saying so
And me saying:
"Why can't the beer in my gla**
Stop to fizz?"
That insane hiss!
He said:
"Drink up boy
It takes a whole lot a lot
When you're up to your neck in
This!"
Now there are demons all around me
Saying I should taste some of what freedom really is
And that I shouldn't resist
The wealth
Of this oblivion
I used to play with toy guns and toy knives
But my daddy
He never thought me how to k**
He told me how to take the blame
But my daddy
He didn't teach me how to k**
I was told to be discreet
And to be able to take an insult
I was so discreet nobody noticed me momma
I was told to fear
And fear alone
Would help me what to choose
So I dreamed myself to solitude
And I left behind my family and my kin
I pack my bags
And I go slide back to my mother
To hide in her shack
From this a
Fighting and fussing
I was raised on meat and alcohol
It don't do any good at all
I went clips
Eclipse
But I ain't did no
I ain't had no
I ain't coming back
It's amazing how only a little faith
Can point someone in one peculiar direction
But how mush it takes for people to admit
They were wrong
And to renegotiate their intentions
Or how quickly they irritate
If you only mention
That only 2-3-5 changes
To their daily ways
Could make a whole lot a difference
In the chain of days
In time and space
I hope I won't get busted
Cause I done no wrong
But of course
You never know
What change might come
In morality
Or economy
Ecology
Sexuality
Or any other matter
On the one hand
Or on the other hand
In my land
Or your land
Makes me understand
That nobody really knows
Which way things go
And that even the river must flow
Up stream sometimes
Consumption!
Beep beep!
Watusi!