You pull on a weathered jersey
Navy blue over crimson camisole
Carelessly covering coveted breasts,
Then fix me with your smiling eyes and say
So now you know what's underneath.
Oh Lawd, I want to eat that chicken.

You speak out from your poet's grave
Black words printed on brown faded pages
The soul of dignity remembering a lilac dusk�"
Hydrangeas beckoned from outside your prison window
As you thought of leaving your lover at dawn.
Oh Lawd, I want to eat that chicken.

You pluck the strings and hold the beat
Blue notes dancing in a storm of joy
Africa in your bones as you play the rhythm
Of freedom seized from Jim Crow's cauldron,
Time wizard carrying us high beyond our fears.
Oh Lawd, I want to eat that chicken.