I like it    I don't like it

Written by: curtis mayfield


Just out of monday

Run into a friend

Down the street, down the street

Where i live


Ah! ah! sad things begin

I could feel from within

From the message, from the message

He had to give


'bout a buddy of mine

Running out of time

Somebody past noon, shot across the room

And now the man no longer lives


Too bad about him

Too sad about him

Don't get me wrong, the man is gone

But it's a wonder he lived this long


Up in the city they called him boss jack

But down home he was a alley cat

Ah! didn't care nothing about being black

Oh! billy jack


Can't be no fun (can't be no fun)

To be shot, shot with a hand gun

Body sprawled out, you without a doubt

Running people out, there on the floor, oh oh oh


Ah! ah! bad bloody bloody mess

Shot all up in his chest

One sided duel, gun and a fool

What a way to go


Up in the city they called him boss jack

But down home he was a alley cat

Ah! didn't care nothin' 'bout being black

Ah, oh, billy jack

Ah! ah! ah! ah!