The Big Nothing - Billy Woods

Getting old

The protagonist smokes at home alone, stoned

Dingy housecoat rotary phone

Hidden room where cheeba is grown

Occasionally roams see what’s g’on

The chrome plate keys the elephant bone

Took the chalice with a shrug

When in Rome

Sip the cup of destruction

Pipe-head said «Let me hold something»

Dance like marionette

Numb to it all like I’m smoking wet

Yellow newspaper said he hoping for the greatest

Dusty books

Chain on the door he know about that jux

Go to church if you’re shook, or get a pistol

Dollars amounted to a fistful

Telling you like how big homie told me

Black girl lost

She hold me

Coin of the realm

Paid the troll

Raked the coals

Negroes run till they out of road

Dig a hole

Madder than Dame Dash, stocking full of coal

The eyes is watching God top o' the stripper pole

Passed down with the brothers on parole

Would say something but what do I know?

Sweet chariot, swing low

Scooping chunk full of 'dro

Speakers blown

Out of state plates, L’s lit, tempt of fate

NY to D.C., barely tap the brakes

White privilege

Cocky smile like you know my style

Todd Marinovich

Never had the chance

You lose, you get nothing

You get nothing

Never had the chance

You lose, you get nothing (not a damn thing)

You get nothing (not a damn thing)

Friend of a friend, you had a fun night

Good job, and in addition he seemed nice

Still, something not quite right

Women’s intuition

The difference between finding yourself

And coming up missing

Granted manumission

One black came back, knife glistening

Heart like a piston

Back scarred from whippings

Let there be a lesson, listen:

Whispered sedition

Saw Lincoln at intermission

Gots to get got, my gat accept no petition

Better yet, save your breath, ask God those questions

Possession, nine-tenths of the law

Gas station vacuum rental car

Back of the back of the bar, demons spar

Wrote in a cloud of smoke, Negroes in Paris

Clock strokes (trade peacoat?), await my carriage

Good day, Sir!