If  Jesus Wants…

Jesus peddles ice cream to children. He makes his way through neighborhood streets.

Rings his bell and feet come a runnin’, frozen smiles in summertime heat.

But late night he ponders the pavement.  The barrio steams in the din.

Late night when he needs deliverin’ he rolls himself a black market grin.

      If Jesus wants to smoke him one, I swear I won’t tell nobody else.

      For all the good he brings the day, I’m inclined to roll it myself.

Jesus treats his son when he’s able.  Takes him to the park at week’s end.

Wednesday night its baseball on cable, reads little Juan a story by ten.

But late night he ponders the pavement.  He wonders where his feet will take him.

When his little hijo is tucked away safely he rolls himself a black market grin.

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Jesus lays his love on the table.  Isabel he’d never deceive.

Showers her with hugs and with kisses, keeps no queen of hearts up his sleeve.

But he’ll never buy her a mansion.  He stretches each dollar so thin.

Each week he saves enough nickels to roll himself a black market grin. 

      Chorus