Who drops beats like bad acid in a crowd of rubber sunshine,
Who licks battery black from a hat,
Who tastes the burn on America's people, the one
the liars left.
Who feels a furnace heat on palms like ice,
Who rode wave upon wave of yesterday memory to get here and
Who didn't black out.
Who sank ships with lips like hotdogs down hallways and
Who wasn't sorry and
Who testified to crimes against the Now and Keepin' It Real, and
Who wasn't sorry for that either.
Who filled boxcars with ghost visions of '71,
Whose teeth are shades of lovers past and
Who won't change the sheets.
Who still believes in Substance D,
Who blasted Revelations to the tune of God Save Coca Cola
Who laughed all the way to Big Nurse and
Who laughed harder through lobotomy One, Two and Three