Tower Of Power - Ebony Jam lyrics

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, s**ers try to bite, yeah, then try to pursue it Ya explain to a musician… Them knew it, but them can't do it