Yesterday I woke up
and dragged my sorry ass
out of bed for a smoke
I already burned down
one studio bedroom
so now I smoke outside
Perhaps the balcony
would be a better place
than beside the alley
Pretty much anywhere
would be a better place
than this old apartment
If I could I would leave
but somehow I got stuck
and now there's no way out
Even if I could work
make money have a wife
and kids why would I care
Yet then again money
helps pay the bills cigars
women houses and cars
Under the hood you find
a finely tuned engine
something I'll never have
Pretend I knew choices
I made as a small boy
would effect my whole life
Princes never worry
about making the wrong
decision as a child
Imagine I were born
a prince instead of poor
hooked on drugs in the womb
Even if I were king
nothing else would matter
but defend my kingdom
Happy with illusions
with delusions and lies
keeps me in line when war
In Ethiopia
over the use of khat
brought the war on drugs home
President Zenawi
gave me fifteen minutes
of fame as diplomat
Persuading Bill Clinton
not to intervene here
in Addis Ababa
If I were king no one
would ever have a chance
to invade my country
Even after I moved
to Memphis Tennessee
I knew I had no say
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