give me an uzi
watch me go to work
a hand grenade
blow them fool's up
watch 'em twitch and jerk
in my grasp a trophy .357
loaded with hollowpoint animosity
my finger painted on the trigger
dead bodies all around me
who am i you ask
a blackman in despair
living the reality of an illusion
coming up empty grasping air
back against the wall
with nothing to loose
i got the BB King down home blues
mother sister
forgive me my blackness
for my soul bleeds revolution and revolution is my soul
give me an uzi
or let me go to work
im not talking 'bout no nine to five
im talking twenty-four seven
where in my hands my destiny lies
they ask
who am i
a Blackman in despair
my back against the wall
the light bills due
with nothing to loose
i got the BB King down home blues
give me an uzi
or let me go to work!