Lyrics:

I sing
Black don't mean
I can't afford abstraction
Before Picasso
Cubism was my invention

White line down the middle
And a sign bouncing amber light
Says stickmen to the left
Cyclists to the right

At the base of the bridge it's 9:53
At the peak the North American flag
Over the constant drones of cars
My thoughts ride on the back
Of a seagull
In a Fly duffel bag

Kingdom hall to my left
BQE to my right
Brooklyn in the middle
In the middle, in the middle

When the amber light breaks ranks
I rise
Above the cars
The concrete gives way to broad walk planks
The old fashioned white bulbs become my stars

I stop a second to feel the broad walks vibration
The tremor shakes me into contemplation

On the Manhattan bridge to my left
A train is a dotted line of lights
Injecting itself into Brooklyn
With ease and power and deft

I try to lose myself in blind bliss
But knowledge won't leave me
Won't throw me a parting kiss

Ah, the beauty in that clay tone
I could have married her for her hands alone
Cars go thradup, thradup over
The seam that holds the bridge together
Angled cables and pink pipelines swoop
Up to meet the luge brick tower
I've been walking an hour
Courtesy of the clock on the watchtower

I'm stickman alone in my loss

Can't you see
I¡m going crazy
Over the posibilitiee
Of freedom
I just wanna be, let me be
Schizophrenic me

Maybe, just mayby
I don't need to get to the other side

Jump? and hasten my passage to hell?
That reminds me of a story my
Stickdaddy used to tell me
He said, if you wanna be a super hero
Start form ground zero
Superman flies from ground to sky
Don't be so quick to wish this world
Ba-bye
Besides, can't stand being suspended
In the air
Not since action park bungee jumping
No, I'm too arrogant for suicides snare
At my worst the world still needs my saving
I step off the I-beam and sing

Black don't afford abstractions
Look me in the eye
You'll see surrealistic reflections