Persecution Smith

He rises every morning but he don't look at the Sun

He reaches in the corner where he keeps his loaded gun

Then he checks the firing action, as he straps it to his chest

Plans an ambush for the mailman, even though it's all in jest

He's here he's there he's everywhere

He's found uptown and underground

Unlike my friend flicka you know he's not a myth

He's persecution, persecution, persecution smith

He's found at every protest march you'll see him looking on

He'd soon join in to help but he thinks it's all in fun

Cause he isn't colorblind not to mention no one's fool

He knows how things should be but he ain't out to change no rule

His eyes can't see like you and me

His voice can't speak but only shreik

His brain is like jelly his muscles they are stiff

He's persecution persecution persecution smith

You can't walk down the street no more without him walking by

You can't go to sleep at night without hearing him cry

You can't read a newspaper without reading about him

You can't escape him in the crowd for he will be among them

He's here he's there he's everywhere

He's found uptown and underground

In Watts, California you know who he was with

With persecution persecution persecution smith

When you're finished with your ideals

And you're finished with your dreams

When you're finished your crusading and no longer hear the screams

When you're finished trying to picture a world with people free

When you're finished looking up and the down is all you see

Then make your goal the first foxhole

And hide your head beneath your bed

Cause you won't be alone my friend you know who you'll be with

With persecution persecution persecution smith