Good Friday

If you grew up with white boys
Who only look at black and Puerto Rican porno
Cause they want something that their dad don't got
Then you know where you're at.

Mortaring your earholes shut in a rush with wet coke
In a starbucks bathroom with the door closed
On booze, i'm left in residue and confused
Like the first time you used soft water
Down on my luck, caught unaware
Like houdini when the last fist struck.

If i'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, I am.

from "Good Friday" by Why? from the album "Alopecia".