Black King

The old guard is having a gala at the Omni tonight They are shooting off fireworks And scaring the dogs Cowing in the corner thinking only the worst could come of this I am drinking whiskey with beer backs and playing my guitar I wonder in amazement at what all this means? For whom or what is this celebration? A wedding perhaps… I know not It all seems so trivial As I slip into the darkness of the bourbon It will grow on me through the night And strengthen my resolve to never give up The morning will come and I won’t remember a damn thing But tonight I am omnipotent. The world is my nut. And I am strong in my resolve to make sure those rodents At the yacht club are done in for once and for all. They have their topsiders and khaki pants with blue blazers and brass buttons All covered in vomit. Those momma’s boys pretend that their orphans till the train pulls in and things are getting very small. I’ll march over there in my Sunday pants and a mohair vest and set them straight And they will stand up and listen The bastards After what they did to my kid sister They’ll listen And then they will bow their heads and ask forgiveness For what they scratch on the wall And the words that come from their mouths is foul And a stench rises up imprisoned by their conceit. They will learn how to love and to forgive. I will teach them the only way I know how. Through hard love, tough love, my fathers love. And then and only then can they celebrate the pitfalls of humanity. For I am the Black King And my dark wing will fold over them and help them to understand That charity does not start at home It starts with me.