Life is but a walking shadow
Passing between light and shade Casting its longest form late in the day Before stretching into the darkness.
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Crack baby, Crack baby
Bleedin in the brain Head all puppy swollen Like dog chow in the rain Mamma done found her bag o’ rocks She’s all soft and satisfied She ain’t comin back for ya If she said she would, she lied Mamma tried one more time Some Tuesday at six o’clock The Palm man read her bony hand She eased him with a rock Maybe your brother won’t bleed so bad Maybe she’ll take him home Move on over, Baby Crack She’d rather be alone |
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