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Jambalaya Jones
by ColdmaN5
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There was a man who was wronged, Not once, but twice
Two times within the very same day
How, you may wonder? That's yours to ponder
For no one knows exactly what transpired
The act that sealed his fate
But you could tell from the pain and fire that burned in his eyes
That it was something that marked him for life
After that he wandered the streets of this unnamed city
Doing bad things to bad people
He had bravery in his bones, balls made of stones
And his name...his name was Jambalaya Jones
They called him the "Black Angel"
Not because he was black, even though he just so happened to be
But because of the darkness he rained down upon his victims
If he set you in his sights, it was your time to die
Not a single target ever survived
A run-in with the man, the man known as Jambalaya Jones
Wife beaters, cookie eaters, man cheaters, Tom Steeters
Men of all sizes and shapes; he did not discriminate
Black, white, yellow, or even red
There were no race or class lines
Only the size of the crimes
And if you oomphed up bad enough
You could expect a visit from Jambalay
By the end, he'd have you begging to die
But cleaning up the streets never paid the bills
If only they could be paid in thrills
And stories never told, stories never sold
Not every hero hits the big screen, just ask Steve McQueen
Who did hit the big screen, if you know what I mean
He had no posse, he went and did things alone
And his name was Jambalaya Jones
You might have seen him sitting on a park bench
Wafting his stench
Might have seen his toothless grin, smiling at nothin'
Might have brushed aside his hand
When he asked you for a helping hand
You might have been nervous as he approached
Encroached
Rubbing the redness from his eyes with a ham sandwich
Might have lumped him in with the fakers and takers, the ne'er-do-wells
As you fell for the scam hand which
Looked a little nicer and spoke a little slower
The movers and shakers, with stories to tell
About nonexistent mouths to feed
Spinning webs of pity in exchange for greed
And in doing so, you would have ignored
The man with courage running through his bones
Ignored the man known as Jambalaya Jones
There was a man who was wronged, Not once, but twice
Two times within the very same day
How, you may wonder? That's yours to ponder
For no one knows exactly what transpired
The act that sealed his fate
But you could tell from the pain and fire that burned in his eyes
That it was something that marked him for life
After that he wandered the streets of this unnamed city
Doing bad things to bad people
He had bravery in his bones, balls made of stones
And his name...his name was Jambalaya Jones
They called him the "Black Angel"
Not because he was black, even though he just so happened to be
But because of the darkness he rained down upon his victims
If he set you in his sights, it was your time to die
Not a single target ever survived
A run-in with the man, the man known as Jambalaya Jones
Wife beaters, cookie eaters, man cheaters, Tom Steeters
Men of all sizes and shapes; he did not discriminate
Black, white, yellow, or even red
There were no race or class lines
Only the size of the crimes
And if you oomphed up bad enough
You could expect a visit from Jambalay
By the end, he'd have you begging to die
But cleaning up the streets never paid the bills
If only they could be paid in thrills
And stories never told, stories never sold
Not every hero hits the big screen, just ask Steve McQueen
Who did hit the big screen, if you know what I mean
He had no posse, he went and did things alone
And his name was Jambalaya Jones
You might have seen him sitting on a park bench
Wafting his stench
Might have seen his toothless grin, smiling at nothin'
Might have brushed aside his hand
When he asked you for a helping hand
You might have been nervous as he approached
Encroached
Rubbing the redness from his eyes with a ham sandwich
Might have lumped him in with the fakers and takers, the ne'er-do-wells
As you fell for the scam hand which
Looked a little nicer and spoke a little slower
The movers and shakers, with stories to tell
About nonexistent mouths to feed
Spinning webs of pity in exchange for greed
And in doing so, you would have ignored
The man with courage running through his bones
Ignored the man known as Jambalaya Jones
