​Crack Baby

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