Don’t Let Them Dick Your Soul Around

Well, some say yes,
some say no

Some say hey man,
I just don’t know

I say man, he’s going to be-lieving you hanging from a tree

So whatever people’s saying

Don’t you let them dick your soul around

Cuz we’re rolling into Memphis

And  got no time to fuck around.

Well I get up,

And you get down.

Both of us here,
just dancing around

No matter what you do,
don’t let them dick your soul around.

Cuz we’re rolling into Memphis

And  got no time to fuck around.

Hey, some go fast,

Some go slow,

Some folk don’t have no place to go.

But Lord Jesus,
don’t let them dick your soul around.

Cuz we’re rolling into Memphis

And you got no time to fuck around.

Some say God,

Some say Not,

Some say money’s all they got.

But it don’t matter what you worship,

Cuz its only plastic idols laying around.

And with change in your pockets, you’ll get home just fine,

Long as you don’t skip this line.

But whatever you do baby, don’t let them dick your soul around

Cuz we’re rolling into Memphis

And got no time to fuck around.

Some say this

Some say that

Some want you to wear some kinda hat.

But that ain’t nothing  but a lid,

To keep inside, what’s in your head

So don’t be raising no rabbits up there

Whatever you choose to be, wear:

Don’t let them dick your soul around

Cuz we’re rolling into Memphis

Ands got no time to fuck around.

I’m telling you, sweetheart,

You can’t let them fuck you around. 

Igor Goldkind© 2024
October 20, 1024
Edited by Miles Krogfus

October 29, 2024 | Categories: Americana, anarchy, beat, bigotry, death, Depression, Existentialism, Faith, Healing, literature, Meaning of Existence, Meditations, mental health, Mindfulness, new poetry, poetry, Poetry as therapy, politics, Reigion, San Diego, spoken word, Therapy | Tags: blues, spiritual | Leave a comment