Written by: curtis mayfield
Just out of monday
Run into a friend
Down the streetdown the street
Where I live
Ah! ah! sad things begin
I could feel from within
From the messagefrom the message
He had to give
’bout a buddy of mine
Running out of time
Somebody past noonshot across the room
And now the man no longer lives
Too bad about him
Too sad about him
Don’t get me wrongthe 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 shotshot with a hand gun
Body sprawled outyou without a doubt
Running people outthere on the flooroh oh oh
Ah! ah! bad bloody bloody mess
Shot all up in his chest
One sided duelgun 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
Ahohbilly jack
Ah! ah! ah! ah!