Freak

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer; I've got so much to sayI'm not schizophrenic I just haven't had my medicine todayPeople they act like they've never seen a king beforeBut when I just am that I am they tell me 'there's the door"Cause I am a freakA riddleThe kind you love too littleI am the one you call "the other"You can't take home to motherI am the angstProviderThe ultimate outsiderAnd I'm not welcome where the work isNot in your homes or in your churches...My tongue is the pen and I feel inspired unusually todayMy bed at the bridge kept me warm all night til the sky turned cold and grayAt noon on the corner I shout out words they can't ignoreBut nobody sees they're too busy making money, kids and warBut I am a freakA riddleThe kind you trust too little I am the one you call 'the other"You can't take home to motherI am the angstProviderThe ultimate outsiderAnd I'm not welcome where the work isNot in your homes or in your churches...Cry me a riverWith an ocean all aroundSo many strangers live right among you nowThere right here right nowBut I am a freakA riddleI may have just a littleBut I might be a savior or a brotherA someone's long lost motherMaybe I'm not like the scripturesAnd I don't fit your picturesBut maybe an angel's come between usWho knows?I might be Jesus...I am a freakA riddleThe kind you love too littleI am the one you call "the other"You can't take home to motherI am the angstProviderThe ultimate outsiderBut maybe an angel's come between usWho knows?I might be Jesus...