SONGS & DREAMS
OF OTHER THINGS
about
AND THAT WHICH IS SCARY!

by Jeffrey Murrell

SIPPIN'


My God, I'm black!
Ain't that a fact?
Out on the corner
And sippin'!

Out in the streets,
Bottles in bags.
Yeah -- just look at me!
I'm sippin'!

And now we're free;
No thanks to the man!
To do what we can --
I'm sippin'.

I'll show him what
(Just what I am)!
I'm all I can be
When sippin' .

Sippin' from bags,
Bottles or cans,
Sippin' what I can;
Love sippin'!

Wasting my life,
Yes -- for the MAN,
'Cause his booze is what
I'm sippin'.

From slavery
To whips in cans,
It's still all the same
When sippin' .

Lack of conscience
Within a trap!
Fading away
From sippin'.

Malt liquor dreams,
Reality gap;
The only right I have
Is sippin'

Wasting away;
It's so sad
That I give my money
Fo' sippin'.

I've lost my soul
In paper bags!
Don't care what they say;
I'm sippin'.

Boozin' buffoons
Cruisin' the drag;
Wish we were alive,
Not sippin'.