I was born in a hospital That was very big and white The hands of a male doctor Pulled me into the light My grandmother cut The umbilical cord And I took my first breath In a maternity ward
They gave me food and shelter. They gave me clothes and things I was allowed to go to school And I was encouraged to sing I was healthy I was a privileged soul And I am lucky today And thankful on the whole
I am called Scorpio, If they got the date right I cannot transcend this caste Even if I tried
I hope to kill A great lion someday And I will because with Work ethic I was raised
Fire, Water, Earth, Wind have gone To Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
Elements are assigned Stars given names Baseball on T.V., pictures in frames I am still hunting For the hide of such sheen My hair is still curly And my eyes are still green
Stick a needle in my eye I'm middle class 'til the day I die
