I was born in a hospital that was very big and white The hands of a male doctor pulled me into the light My grandmother cut the umbilical cord And I took my first breath in a maternity ward
They gave me food and shelter, they gave me clothes and things I was allowed to go to school and I was encouraged to sing I was healthy, I was a privileged soul And I am lucky today, and thankful on the whole
I am called Scorpio, if they got the date right I cannot transcend this caste even if I tried I hope to kill a great lion someday And I will because with work ethic I was raised
Fire, water, earth, and wind have gone To Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
Elements are assigned and stars given names Baseball on T.V, pictures in frames I am still hunting for the hide of such sheen My hair’s still curly and my eyes are still green
Stick a needle in my eye I’m middle class ’til the day I die