he was spoken to just to be put down and he was 22 when helped off the ground beaten black and blue when his color was brown and shining shoes in a dirty town
  the bigots barely outnumber my regrets
  as I float around like shit in the bay
  the bigot's barrel just another white melee
  it's just another fucking windy day
  he's free to choose but his choices are few the rope is loose but it's tied in a noose he prays to god in the back of the church pews they won't pass the plate to the blacks or the Jews
  she's feeling free until "he" gets a free feel a reeling plea in machismo battlefield "I'm up to my neck in the rawest of raw deals while I'm choking on the B.C. pill"
  "I know the rules to know that they're confused and wrong. I'd read my rights it wouldn't take too long. I'll take an inch, no more is offered to a pawn. I wasn't asked, I will respond!"