What We Am

Back track, layin' back, sleepin' in the rain.
Hard luck, not a buck, cold and broke again.
Open road, heavy load, get me in a bind.
Waste away another day, a woman on my mind.
I can be an awful crab
But mostly I be pleasant.
What I is is what I am,
And what I ain't I isn't.

Sunshine, sippin' wine, smellin' sweet perfume.
Satin dalls, flowered walls, in your penthouse room.
Fancy cars and caviar, money in the bank.
Society is where you be, it's good you're feelin' swank.
You could be aristocrat or
You might be a peasant.
What you is is what you am,
And what you ain't you isn't.

Sad times, happy rhymes, mega population.
Live free, harmony, future generation.
Black, white, wrong or right, we can all be brother.
Good space, human race, there may be no other.
We could say we've done it all
But we know we hasn't.
What we is is what we am,
And what we ain't we isn't.

We might say we've done enough
But we know we hasn't.
What we is is what we am,
And what we ain't we isn't.

© Larry Jones 1991