E [Verse 1] E He rises every morning but he don't look at the sun E He reaches in the corner where he keeps his loaded gun A Then he checks the firing action,as he straps it to his chest A Plans an ambush for the mailman,even though it's all in jest E He's here he's there he's everywhere A He's found uptown and underground C#m F# Unlike my friend flicka you know he's not a myth A E He's persecution, persecution, persecution smith [Verse 2] E He's found at every protest march you'll see him looking on E He'd soon join in to help but he thinks it's all in fun A Cause he isn't colorblind not to mention no one's fool A He knows how things should be but he ain't out to change no rule E His eyes can't see like you and me A His voice can't speak but only shreik C#m F# His brain is like jelly his muscles they are stiff A E He's persecution persecution persecution smith [Verse 3] E You can't walk down the street no more without him walking by E You can't go to sleep at night without hearing him cry A You can't read a newspaper without reading about him A You can't escape him in the crowd for he will be among them E He's here he's there he's everywhere A He's found uptown and underground C#m F# In Watts, California you know who he was with A E With persecution persecution persecution smith [Verse 4] E When you're finished with your ideals E And you're finished with your dreams A When you're finished your crusading and no longer hear the screams A When you're finished trying to picture a world with people free E When you're finished looking up and the down is all you see A Then make your goal the first foxhole E And hide your head beneath your bed C#m F# Cause you won't be alone my friend you know who you'll be with A E With persecution persecution persecution smith