Don't mind the Gucci on my feet
And the crocs I patter around in.
The lizard skin shoes only cover my calloused feet,
I am a village man
The pebbles on the hillside track
The mud on the way to the stream
That's my idea of a pedicure.
I may ride in limo
Yes, my ride knows the way I am going
And will get there by itself
It will hover above the bumps and glide through the holes.
But the way I seat you will know
I am a village man.
My legs are strong and my waist is tuned for the rocky track.
Don't mind the accent from my lips
My tone might be measured like the english lord
I may wave my hands like a frantic Italian then nod like an Indian.
Even when I bow like a Japanese man you can see for yourself
I am a village man.
My lips are thick and the phonemes are heavy
The pith in my words is native in depth.
I will swear by the books
And pledge my honor
See, I will take your oaths of fidelity
And wear my badge of nationalism.
But you will see what I do
I am a village man
The bonds of blood and the fear of our deity
Keeps me from the village purse.
I am a village man
I am a village man
From the dust I came and to the dust I return
The dust from the rocks that line the paths
The dust that hides my village from your man.
good work sir
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