With the devil at the crossroads,
it was time to ring Aunt Bess
I said, ‘wasn't that fast’
for she was gone in under a sec
Her Mojo brand was leaking at last
from it's vintage and rare, hot powder box
The judge, once declared, after viewing the downloads
that the devil was innocent, from the lower dock
All black power got its roots, down in good old Delaware
starting with Bobby Johnson's, rhythm n blues bootleg selection
While a crooked cross hung out and about Times Square
at the corner of Hazelhurst and Hoover’s T- Intersection
Hoodoo Gurus, sitting upon an unmarked gravestone
in the eerie dark, around about midnight
Mumbling, they once could move one's hipbone
Kings of the world, almost at their height
I haven't played in a minute, 'cause of men in black suits
so you'll have to wait a while, for me to chill
We should all support local grassroots,
‘cause one day, they might actually decide to ****
They were the good old days, without any crime
that's when New York came out to play
If she could only turn back time
and just keep going on, her very merry way
This misguided world would still feel alive
It would be such a hell of a better place
by teaching us how to actually friggin’ survive
in today's chaotic, fast paced, rambunctious, rat race
Falling in love and falling out
Freedom will continue!
Of that, I have no doubt
Freedom will continue!
Of that, I have no doubt.