Ebony Jam

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

She's slipping through his fingers and she's moving out to the coast

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well, if your world was all black, and then your world was all white

Well then you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?

I'm nicknamed Shamrock, well, my name is not Shamus

Girlies on the tippy cause my homey is famous

My name is not O'Houlihee, nor is it Brian

If I said that I was weak, man, you know I'd be lyin

Well, suckers try to bite, yeah, then try to pursue it

Ya explain to a musician…

Them knew it, but them can't do it