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8 ball boogie

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8-Ball Boogie Blues

I worked my ass off and now my pants won’t fit.
Kissed so much behind my lips are starting to stick.
This working class hero bit’s just another bag of it.

I’d eat the rich, but their taste is so bad. I’d serve
the poor, but too many already have. I’d play with myself
but I’m not all here. So I ask God, is She still there?

Reason drips in dropped disguise red through white
through blues departing in the night, the never right
hype the Man, his chicken stripe, and his doo doo do.

We worship Amway, Scientology too. As long as it’s
Brand-Named we play the fool, pay first born foreskin,
a nipple or two. So break out your dead deal dust due.

Ghosts of gone before host our yet to be. No
flowers for the finished, no hour for their song.
Ground zero works in theory only when you’re wrong.

Weren’t for Monk, I’d catch Coltrane. Weren’t for TV
I’d have a brain. Heart and soul sold for junk. If I’m
the rat, best step back cuz I’m not the one gonna jump.

8 ball boogie gets you every time. Tried to fax the
factors in, they made me stand in line. Try to share
my truth with them, they stamp my life a lie.

– Steven B. Smith, 2006-2009

condensed longevity – foto by Smith

4 Responses to “8 ball boogie”

  1. matt v says:

    hey. them’s YuYu ingredients! 😀

  2. smith says:

    close – these are in a vietnamese grocery store.

  3. jc says:

    great lyric! would love to hear this set to music – kinda do in my head already.

  4. smith says:

    we do need to collaborate someday – your music, my words.

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