I’m scared a lonely. Never see my son,

easy be not to see anyone,

combers out to sea

know they’re goin somewhere but not me.

Got a little poison, got a little gun,

I’m scared a lonely.

I’m scared a only one thing, which is me,

from othering I don’t take nothin, see,

for any hound dog’s sake.

But this is where I livin, where I rake

my leaves and cop my promise, this’ where we

cry oursel’s awake.

Wishin was dyin but I gotta make

it all this way to that bed on these feet

where peoples said to meet.

Maybe but even if I see my son

forever never, get back on the take,

free, black & forty-one.