Do-gooders are the evil in the world
their shucks too polliwog to be motley
why bad is good to Blacks
on streets of deep in it mutiny

Time will take you out

Who knows the distance from tapdance
to bootlick
from inn-sitting to dumpster
everything's a name to retired postal workers

Take me by the maw Mr Simonizing Lies
I'll show you all the little people
the little words lost, a world
so cracked up to be a beaut it's a wonder
I lived all this time without
a watch pelted with sundrops

I am your golden boy on broil
I am the voice in the heads which says
hurt them
and here's a sigh from the pit of
everything I'll never tell
the seed already pedigreed
to the carapace the air
shiny over Spam

Like the moon we belongs to the Man