Pipe-Bomb Evening

I sugar caned down in Haiti

Sweet no longer tastes pretty

Came to country in a drift boat

Worked the orange groves quite a lot

I was born just because

See me by the school in a black bus

Lot of injustice in the world

See it more when you ain't got a girl

(Save a hundred dollars a year

cutting my own hair)

Hit a man

He hit the pavement

Head swelled up

and he stopped breathing

It's the end of him
and all of you

No one seem to see it but you

fool

Live in a sleeping room

the rent two months overdue

Make pipe bombs in the evening

spent all that day cleaning

your office uptown

would you like to see it all come down?

I would

You watched me

and seem to see

what no one else do

It's in the way I ask you

What you looking at fool