America’s Energy

I look the part

Egyptian whore

Whose eyes

Are rimmed in kohl.

With aching back

And worn pick axe

I mine Kentucky coal.

It may be true

I raped the earth

To earn my master's gold.

I did it all

To earn my bread-

On the pitch for the rich, I goaled.

You label me a Gangster

Like I "chose" this destiny

But the O.G.

(Original Gangster)

To fear

Is America's "Inner G."