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.