Persecution Smith Paroles

Unlike my friend Flicka you know he's not a myth
He's persecution, persecution, persecution Smith
He's found at every protest march you'll see him looking on
He'd soon join in to help but he thinks it's all in fun
'Cause he isn't color blind not to mention no one's fool
He knows how things should be but he ain't out to change no rule
His eyes can't see like you and me
His voice can't speak but only shriek
His brain is like jelly his muscles they are stiff
He's persecution persecution persecution Smith
You can't walk down the street no more without him walking by
You can't go to sleep at night without hearing him cry
You can't read a newspaper without reading about him
You can't escape him in the crowd for he will be among them
He's here he's there he's everywhere
He's found uptown and underground
In Watts, California you know who he was with
With persecution persecution persecution Smith
When you're finished with your ideals
And you're finished with your dreams And hide your head beneath your bed
'Cause you won't be alone my friend you know who you'll be with
With persecution persecution persecution Smith