If God is real he has blue blood and wears a tin star
Miles and miles of special polish slips between glory and modesty

Blue is hot and hot is cool
Not precluding the toy tin star.
Titillation...or just tits? Best not to ask...

I went to the Rio Grande a King, came back a cowhand,
         best not to know.
Crafted chords stretch for miles. Make love to my soul.
         Best not to as...

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He was hardly without vice

Beat women, blew cocaine

He was a true black genius

We won't see his like again

Hear the album Jack Johnson

Paean in a universe of black

The travails of a champion

Ring-craft his violent knack

Johnson brushed with cops

Neither of them were saints

Human pixels amid the mix

In the picture destiny paints

The albums are his ...

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