I'm bought and sold at the marketplace
A free slave, enjoying the constitution.
When I find some time to tie my shoelace
I'll ask the white man for restitution.
I'm not black, or white or yellow and green
I'm in a cab, sitting, so silently.
My words are few but enough to sound mean
And I write my works real quiet, seemingly.
A man trying to make an honest living
Came knocking on my door today
He said he sold fish and asked my giving
To take a vacation to the bay.
I didn't give, I'm far too stubborn
I've got no extra gold for him.
And I'm busy, watching my new born
To make sure that he can swim.
I picked up my deck of cards
And counted every King.
I couldn't find the jokers
I guess they didn't cling
And left the queens all lonely
To go and look for wings.
Now the queen of hearts is dead
And the queen of spades is there
Sitting all alone next to some Jack
Waiting for the joker to be back.
So if you see a fool traveling alone
Dont think twice, say hello
And tell him somebody needs him home
Where the laughs don't blow
And the markets roam.
