Un Blues Para Adelina

I ain't got no friends in this land, mama
They've all gone with the ambiguity

If you had told me it was like this, mama
Maybe I would've never started talking

And the worst of it all is that
I feel ambiguous too, mama
Because I can only give sticks and kisses

I'm off to find some black folks, mama
I have some feelings to share

I'm off to find some black folks, mama
Blacks of song and music and nothing else

I have music, laughter, and sticks, mama
And I can't stand the ambiguity anymore