Bolan, Hill, Snake)

Jesus knows my story, he kows the position that I¹m in
A hooker knows the feeling to get fucked the way I¹ve been
Turn my insides out; your mouth drank my water

Chorus
You look at me like I¹m subhuman
You talk to me like I¹m subhuman
You¹re treating me like I¹m subhuman
You¹re jumping into the subhuman race

Brothers hear my story, but don¹t take no pity out on me
A soldier knows the feeling to get pushed out in a field
Taking liberties; burned by your dictation

Repeat Chor