Meanstreak by Reisa L. Gerber

Meanstreak

Woke up this morning, with a meanstreak on my mind
Blind rage to talk, I'm talking in a meanstreaking way-
Down the highway, mama, what do you want
From my mind?
Does it take so much selfcontrol to treat another
Woman unkind?
Down the highway, darlin',
And I press the pedal to the ground.
Check it out in the rearview focus to see
If there are any smokies around? I got hit-
Because when you're in the middle of a
Meanstreak-
You can't tell if it's wrong-yes, you can,
You don't know if it's real- yes you do
But you're bound to lose if you let those angry
Blues take ahold of you
Flash of anger, clash of the heart,
Honey, something's going on inside-
No good wars can be won with meanstreaks-
No good wars can be won!
You know, sometimes I find myself wondering
Why G-d wants me in His world-
Reisa, this is one time you cannot have the final
Word-
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find OUT what that means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find OUT what that means to me.