Boil My Strings Lyrics

Boil my Strings
Living down here
they throw me down and count me
I??m making this up
it keeps my feathers clean
And the black boys they kick my ass and tell me
That the women their ruby lips are dry
(Chorus)
I get angry I get sad
And I lose that sweetness that I used to have
And I boil my strings
To bring them back to gold
Bring them back to gold
Bring them back to gold
(second verse)
Sleeping in here, they give me plenty to eat
Don??t make trouble, make something with concrete
So I fill my pipes with it to break them black boys heads
Lord I wish I had a gun, I wish I had a gun
____________________________________________