#... you know

You sure Spliced them rocks Nicely, son.

With a smile, And a tune, whistled, But this America ain't no place For fellas who chase butterflies And share their day's hard-earned Supper With the strays.

I knew

You didn't even Wanna break your chains, Cause you saw freedom is Peace of mind, And peace of mind was a rock, spliced.

Such a shame You couldn't shoot Faster than my shadow.

Such a waste, I heard you could whip up a mean stew And that you were deemed dumb enough To be considered A poet.