Notes of a Prodigal - Sofa Surfers

Poor black

Thinks his freedom lies up a skirt

Liberation a magic elixir

Can stroke away the bonds about his wrists

Poor black

Thinks he can loosen his fists

Caress from his brow

Centuries of scars

He knows he’s bound to pass on to his seed

Watch him dancing

Watch him singing

Watch him shaking his ass on the deck

Watch as his smile is slowly widening.

Watch him dancing

Watch him singing

Watch him shaking his ass on the deck

Watch as his smile is slowly widening

And there’s a rope around his neck

I’m clearing my throat

Cause I’m finding my voice

Getting braver by the second

Gonna scream out my choices

I’ll scream and I’ll wail

And I’m a son reborn

I’m the mouse evolved to lion

And the shepherd is shorn

Watch him dancing…(usv)

Immersed my self in euro-lunacy

Deserted my divinity

My skin and my tongue

My flesh

Left behind and threw to the future

The sublimeness

The enuffness

The completeness lasts forever

Watch him dancing

Watch him singing

Watch him shaking his ass on the deck

Watch as his smile is slowly widening

Watch him dancing

Watch him singing

Watch him shaking his ass on the deck

Watch as his smile is slowly widening