In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, November 14, 2016
coconut
don't tell me
how I'm supposed to feel
don't tell me
your intentions are good
don't tell me
you're part of the family
you're not even welcome
in this neighborhood
you're a coconut, baby
you're a coconut, baby
you ain't nothing but
a backstabbing coconut
vote against
your own people
keep saying
up is down
keep believing
the shit you're reading
keep pretending
your skin ain't brown
you're a coconut, baby
you're a coconut, baby
you ain't nothing but
a motherfuckin' coconut
so let me get this straight,
my cousin
you know that last name of yours
it sure as hell didn't come
from royal ancestors
on english shores
you're a coconut, baby
you're a coconut, baby
you ain't nothing but
a judas-quoting coconut
and you better start running
before you get your fool ass shot
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