His mama was a midnight woman

His daddy was a drifter drummer

One night they put it together

Nine months later came the little black bummer





He was a laid back lump in the cradle

Chewing the paint chips that fell from the ceiling

Whenever he cried he got a fist in his face

So he learned not to show his feelings





He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school

Left back twice by the seventh grade

Sniffing glue in Junior High

And the first one in school to get laid





He was a weed-speed pusher at fifteen

He was mainlining skag a year later

He'd started pimping when they put him away

In jail he changed from a junkie to a hater





And just like the man from the precinct said:

"Put him away, you better kill him instead.

A bummer like that is better of dead

Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."





They threw him back on the street, he robbed an A