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My Prejudice © Jason Freddi

There’s this woman I met, yesterday morn,
She’s been here so many times, it’s ‘come almost a law;
She’s preaching a new gospel, full of family and style,
Her new age vision: just another way to get high.

Then I met myself Christine,
She’s got money and a car, from the bureaucracy afar;
There’s too many people getting fat off this land
All drinking coffee and looking for a man.

I’ll not forsake my prejudice
For the life that I lead is what I know best…

Me and Ted, we’re better friends now,
I’m doing all the talking and he really wonders how
what he’s been tryin’ to do for seven long years
I’ve been able to do – I don’t suffer from his fears.

Those days were days of yesterday,
I’m here, I’m growing, I’m making my own name;
I’m making an adventure of the greatest kind –
Generosity to friends, all across the Great Divide.

I’ll not forsake my prejudice;
For the life that I lead is what I know best…

These days I'm better than before,
I’m no longer desp'rate; no longer poor;
The richness in my soul is reflected in my purse,
I look to the future away from my wet nurse.

That is why I no longer drink;
That is why I no longer think;
I’m just talking to myself, listening to the words;
discovering for myself that it’s better to be heard.

But, oh, I’ll not forsake my prejudice;
For the life that I lead is what I know best…

This courtyard scene, now, is getting kind of low,
The people they come, the people they go;
They walk across the floor, look at a painting on the wall –
They talk over each other; not hearing anymore.