The wrong guy

I’m the black kid on the 
Corner 
The one with the runny nose 
The Jew in the synagogue 
With lots of people close 
I’m the catholic with an opinion 
A Protestant at that 
Probably a Buddhist 
As I meditate on a mat 
There I go a Muslim 
With my caliphate ideals 
A Mormon in his church 
And a wife or two that heals 
I chant like Harri Krishna 
Eat curry like a Hindu 
Praying to Lord Vishnha
Inevitably on the loo 
Lord Jesus I simply ask 
Who the hell am I 
When they bury in the coffin 
The unfortunate wrong guy 
Am 
I the soul 
Of poor humanity 
Sitting in the cave 
The P in impropriety 
That had the closest shave 
Am I the black kid on the corner 
A Protestant at that 
Probably a Buddhist 
As I meditate on a mat