She said she woke up smarter
than the scientists and the martyrs
I know what you are thinking,
but her cup just ain't worth drinking
Drank gallons from life's fountains
So son, let me tell you something
Pockets aren't just made for stuffing
You may be strong and violent
You may be weak and silent
But I need to tell you quickly
Before you learn to miss me
That you may be as poor as me
Or born a slave, not yet free
But son, let me tell you something,
I've seen reflections burning in the sea
I've stared into eyes of fire,
Though they may cloud your thinking,
and poison what you're drinking
Just remember what I told you,
about who and what controls you
I'll see things you will not see
And you will be things I could not be
But son, that ain't no excuse to
Not do things you just ain't used to
My plates are never dirty
That's the best part of being hungry
Oh gee, ain't life lovely?
