Crawdad Hold Ya Breath
Welcome to the spin cycle, when’s Michael gonna get his shit straight,
He been up for six days, now he got a shit face,
Now we gotta explain why he’s acting this way,
Sleeping with a switch blade, dreaming of a big change,
Never gonna come, dismay to the mother who just wants her son,
To get grey out his sky before the rain comes,
And this the same one, the one who says he loves her,
The child and the brother, the smile’s just another,
Tactic, but the fact is, she gon hold her breath,
Till he’s face up in a casket
© 2012 Crawdad/Crawford
