oh my smart boy
please scream out

oh smart boy
out of your heart

you're so tired boy
waiting for your brother-boy
you're so tired boy
waiting for yourself

tears falling
every drop an intimation

sister green eye
washed my hair in real fire

sister red hair
take me well

out of a leather basket
she would lose a little vision
of my future
bring back bring back

as i walk through Coney Island
meet my tragic muse
i wonder where my young dreams are
they are they cut in pieces
by god-father still inside my head

ethic constitution
moral inspiration

get away