Plucky Unlucky
Ain’t nobody here,
but us plucky chickens
Ghetto goose-stepping,
every fare-thee-well welfare day!
Ain’t nobody here,
but us unlucky chickens
Urban legend has it,
that we been KFC set free
Now ain’t we pretty henpeck clucky ...
USA Grade A DOA
prison farm free-range lucky
Ain’t nobody here,
but us Popeye chickens
Been eating that vote spinach,
is why we so weak
Ain’t nobody here,
but us suck-uppity chickens chirping plucky
Urban legend has it,
that we be prosperously sleepy pillow tucky
Now what did we do to be so henpeck lucky
Got more than a few of our freedom feathers skin plucky ...
have a lot of idle yard time so penitentiary stucky
Ain’t nobody here,
but us Church’s chickens chirping lottery unlucky
Bobble prayer head wobble up and down,
looking fo’ mo’ chicken scratch feed green bucky
Ain’t nobody here
but us boatload of liberty cockle-doodle doo plucky chickens
Been eating that stale vote spinach,
is why we still so weak
Ain’t nobody can hear,
us cracked omelette heads getting cut off cooked in kitchens
Guess we fussy chickens clucky
should be golden egg grateful dead unlucky glad
That the good ‘ol foxes
guarding our ghetto henhouses,
let the night howl thief mouses
eat the last peck of pride we sad plucky chickens had
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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