FROM "IT MUST BE MAGIC"

On the Venice rocks - just me, the Master,
The children, and my box
Bluesin' sounds decibels high
Twenty questions tell me why I have not twenty answers?
Tears in Atlanta - Tears in Liverpool
Tears in my bedroom when they chased me home from school
Nigger lover this and nigger lover that
Oh yes I've been called it all - alternating fisticuffs
Memories past but not forgotten
The dye is cast - soon ripe - soon rottemn
"Ars Longa Vita Brevis - Art is long and Life is short"
My euphonic heartache do I brag, complain or sport
I have done some things I swore i'd never do
A credo assimilated and not believed
Life has robbed me of my innocence
And yes confection surely drips
From the mouths of vermin lips...an intrinsic facade
I've been icy cold, blanketing myself in lyric and
Eating melodies to survive
Groovin' on the chitlin's circuit and diggin' the so called dives
Trying to make things tasty
That really are quite bland
"Now is the winter of my discontent"
For in fact it is not that grand
Is it not enough to say you care
You've got to spread the word - have you heard
Jesus was just aman - the Bible tells us so
He gave more than just his hands and he never said no.

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