My soul is troubled, I can’t get it to think
only this morning, I have been grumbling about everything.
I am Pissed
I slapped my cousin for nothing.
Yesterday in church, the preacher talked about liars, Mother looked at me with a knowing eye.
My soul is troubled, I can’t get it to think
There is a woman on my bus, she can’t speak English
She talked about fornication and adultery, she stared at me in the eye
I hate her
My heart is troubled, I can’t get it to think
Everybody seems to be talking about me lately
On the radio, a pastor talked about lesbianism
I hate the preacher and the message so I broke the radio
My soul wants to wander periodically
It wants to be free
And I am trapped in myself
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