They go back to the original sin
destroying every step I made bold.
I go back to minding the divine
exalting life on God’s shine of gold.
I abandoned all that you went back
to steal from all the tears I stacked up.
Oh, I’m proud painting of Black
lost all that held me down but gained light
that’s why I stand no, no, no, no
for I knew that I will go back to where
I came from leaving these fears behind.
Tell my daddy that I’m fine doing well
in the grace of adoring care & affection
not from a man but from a place
distilled & purified from alcohol & drugs.
Now I have a friend who’s sincere beyond
those ills that had me trapped for all those
years in the dark… comforting me with
strange overdoses of mood killing pills.
I pour heavenly cherry from a presence
not evident to optical eyes of my salvation
so you don’t have to cry/mourn any further
for every pain I had back then Black rolled
into this royalty all around me afar off from
your earthling givings & fortune you cherished but abhorred the Black source.
My melody is not forgotten.
It will wander forever:
Back to Black written on the grief
of my tune, I call it divine melody
but you play it as comedy.
Yet the joke’s left on the shoulder
of your filthy greed & unstale shame in
which no garment would ever cover —
hallelujah I’m back on the
flying chariot to Black!