Crackagen

Poor me Little rivers from my hands Pool at the bottom of the stairs My face Oh the cities in my eyes Doves in the sky Oh the crackagen The rain water came from father's eyes He was made of stone Glorious Now watch as the curtain came down And wet the hungry rabbits Flooding the land My heart Oh the twist of cruel cotton To bring me free Dry eyes By the sun the waters rise Dirt will crack again Dirt will crack again