How's it feel to be so black?
How's it feel to
Well I feel no pain?
The battle is my ball and
Dirty little mind
Dirty little mind
Dirty little mind
Dirty little mind
Well I
All the things I see in you
All the things I
Well every time I move, every step I make
You know
It's hell in the morning to look at you lying
I was born in the backwoods
Of a two bit nowhere
Loneliness, no place to hide
There's no need to run when
I jumped straight off that trail today
Ain't nobody better get
See the bird on the barstool she's waiting on a
When will it rain, I feel the heat burning through