Grazing Grass Rap

The mind goin', see?
But that's what I tell you about black people, man
You're wrong when you're like that
I was out in this yard
Man, I was so hungry
I'd been hitchhiking for three or four days
And I'm out in this yard
Man, I'm so hungry
I ain't got no money in my pocket
And I'm eatin' grass, you know, in the front yard
You know
This little girl, she came to the window
And she looked out there and she saw me
So she looked back and told her mother
She's sittin' there knittin', you know
Said "Mother, here's a man out here
Say, he must have been just plum near the star of death
'Cause he's eatin' grass"
So she gets up, come to the window
She looks
And after she sees that I'm a black man
She said "Mister, say, it's better grasses in the backyard
'Cause we ain't mowed that one"
That is right, though, you know

You're not tellin' any stories, here?
I mean, everything you're tellin' is the truth, right?
That is right
You remember the time we came from Lafayette, you know
Back to your home in New Orleans?
Yeah
And we went in that store that morning, you know
That's the time you had a dog, you remember that?
Oh yeah, I remember that
You told me, say, "Go in there and get me some dog meat"
I realize, "Okay"
I went in there, you know
And slapped the two quarters up on the counter
I said, "Man, give me fifty cents worth of dog bones"
He said "One moment, brothers
You want me to wrap 'em or you wanna eat 'em here?"