I am a ****** in American eyes My wants are not real, but concern's caricatures- Animated madness, glazed-over with a sweet honey-barbecue sauce In a dirty dish doubling as an ashtray For my incinerated opportunities And the blunt-guts of dismay. I m a n***er in American eyes My needs are never explained So they fade into the sloppy gravy f my aforementioned artifical wants and Unrealistic scenario A's- For which I never plan, Except to happen upon them In a narcotic stupor: You know, between three scratch-offs And next week's binge at the MGM I figure something's on cover these **** hospital bills Because my once-famed alchemical fortuity Has taken on a life of its own. Able to transmutate white owl, white wine and white hoes Into yellow teeth, polka-dotted purple liver And red-hot piss Crack rock is my Philosopher's Stone. I am a n***er in American eyes And nature is a cruel broad. M chick? Gave me the proudest shade So a shade of arrogance covers American eyes To the seriousness of they exploitative ways.