I'm going to riot I'm
done with trying I don't
want to know what's
yours and isn't mine

if you perceive your
better, telling who its a
land of the free, then you
show just what you'd do
if you're allowed to be

if you're allowed to be

Tie a fallow gibbon
around an old oak tree
nits between long ears
who you'd **** with knee

I'll burn down the bus
forget about U.S. and
do the same to three
because I'm not your fallow
gibbon 'round the old oak tree.



For George Floyd.
(Lest we forgive)


ps.


Bus driver, please look for me
'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison and my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
And I wrote and told her pleas