A dour crowd has gathered
Around my homes hearth
Where once there was energy
and
exuberance
And youth
abound
Now they are as
four witches
In Macbethan gown
Death has touched
Some
And he has left ah
stench
The others
Squirm from the scent
It is like a dim torch
Being passed
A sorrowful story from this one
Another a divorce begun
Each trying to top the next
By God
Age is the poison
In their fruitful wine
Age the soul eater
A darkness
Devine

She doesn't mind the trailer
Or the brand he smokes
She thinks about the car she wants as she sits waiting
for the bus
She does her wash at her folks house and her pop doesn't understand
why his daughter stays with such a man

Here in Omaha
She dreams of a better life
In Omaha
She struggles to get by
Here
in Omaha

Another pay check he cashed and spent down at the casino he gambles with the rent
She may have to work some doubles to pay for this weeks food bill
When you're eating for two you do whatcha gotta do

In Omaha
She dreams of a better life
In Omaha
She struggles to get by
Here in Omaha

She told him he'll be a father
And he demands a test
To prove he's the daddy and show her unfaithfulness
She takes a small bundle
of her things
and goes away from him
to live out her dreams

In Omaha
Here in Omaha
In Omaha
Here in Omaha

A young man sees her in distress he asks if she needs help and she tells him yes

In Omaha

I own your ***
With ink and pen
And
Insurmountable debt
The ride,
The ride
Is never free
My lies are presented
Presidentialy
Don't you doubt it
You've been fooled
With
Cheated
Sure sure
I voted
I voted
Your numbers counted
And members of
Pac's are entitled
To know what is best
What is best
What
Is
Best?
By God

She was never very giving
Or understanding of me
She took in the sun
And stuck me in shade
If I would have been
Given
Half
the
attention
She'd demanded
I would be

Studded leather
A feather boa
Wrapped in golden thread
And not forgotten
Live like you care
About others
And your actions
Are not for praise
I just don't think
Much of her
These passing days

From Wichita
To KC
McCalister
And big mac OK
In the fields
The backwoods
There's an unmarked
Grave
Where your Grandfather lays
There was blood
And senseless death
He's in an unmarked grave
He'll never  rest
I hope there's water
That runs by his plot
Just in case
His soul is hot
I am part of him
May someday we see
His unmarked grave
May he rest in Peace
Your grandfathers Grave
is in the back twenty
And his resting place we'll never see
Your grandfather's unmarked grave

Drink from the dish
(*** on the wire)
Sins of the flesh
Mistress or magic man
(*** on the wire)
Pleasure from pain
Principle
(*** on the wire)
We are safe to
Explore
(*** on the wire)
Don't close your eyes
The ending will ***
When you cry
(*** on the wire)

So you wanna be black
That's ok
If you can't fit in with
Who you ought to be
So you wanna be a Saint
Well great enough you ain't
Or you'd be a Saint
by now
You got to be woke
When you search
you'll
See
you're no more woke
than me
How you gonna be real
When theres no path to see
From where you stand
You got to believe
You got to believe
In who you'll be
You want to help
The abandoned
What you can't save
You become
Don't become like me
Be different
You got to believe
You got
To believe