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The boat docks at the port of Los Angeles On a smoggy afternoon in the middle of August An elderly man emerges and takes in the sights, And suddenly his chest it starts to feel tight. He knows his number's up, Life flashing before his eyes, The horrors of his past erupt, All the hatred and the lies. He was born in China to a native man, Her mother was Black as the Maltese falcon. At school, the children hated him so Because he would not share his communal gold. As a teen he moved to Nigeria Where the guns they ripped his mom to shreds The hate and corruption and mass hysteria Forced his father to run off while the teen slept in bed. At age 20, he moved to the city of London Got a job at a factory skinning onions At night as he'd wander to his roach-filled flat The hooligans on the streetcorners would pound his ass (In more ways than one.) Letras de cancionesThe years passed, the Chinese Black man married A gorgeous woman with skin the shade of porcelain But listen up now, 'cause the story's gettin' scary One night she stabbed his chest with a knife from the kitchen. He nearly died that night, but by some strange miracle Or the strength embedded in his rotten soul, The Chinese Black man survived the gaping wound in his chest But the one in his heart prevented him from ever having rest. On her deathbed, his ex-wife phoned him one night Asked him to please forgive him and come over to talk The man went reluctantly but couldn't stand the sight Of such a strong, fierce woman too weak to even walk. He whispered, "My love, my darling, I've always stayed true." She said, "Shh, baby, I know, there's just one thing you have to do. "Go to the City of Angels with an urn filled with my ashes. "Spread them along the sidewalk on the Strip, light some matches." "But why?" the Chinese Black man demanded, but she shook her head. "You'll understand when you get there," she just whispered instead. He nodded and waited for the day he got the call That she had finally passed on. He sailed with her to his native lands, Nigeria and China, And showed her the torment of a life less fortunate. Took her to the spot where he first saw a woman's vagina Lay in that alley with the urn and her spirit and wept. Then he boarded the ocean liner that took him across the Pacific, The voyage was long and arduous but otherwise terrific Until he reached the port of call and stepped out on the dock And collapsed dead while the urn...it rolled around. Oh, the Chinese Black man! Oh, the horror! Oh, the Chinese Black man! Oh, the horror! From Letras Mania