What's in my hands?
Pain, a low
Moan. That's
What it feels like.
Now every street
Shadows my steps.
A sin
And a shame.
What do I carry?
There's
Mr. Death
In his severe
Blue uniform,
Mr. Misfortune
And his legal fists.
A low-
Down funk.
What's on my heart?
'Buke
And scorn,
Mr. Hard Luck's
Satisfaction.
Blue musk.
Sorrowful shoes.
Rodney King Blues.
Written by Cornelius Eady
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