and you ain't gotta dig too deep
to find it
it's right behind your eyes, in that picture
you see
of Mama runnin' half naked from the house covered
in blood and snot
and crack crazed daddy chasing after her
with a butcher knife
before the man come and gunned
him down
it's there in that lump throat memory of grandad telling you his own Papa got the whip
for standing tall against a bulldog
Alabama sheriff
hell is being sent to Granny
for foster care
and her telling you she ain't got enough
food for herself
it's wearing shoes so tight
every step is a jab
a reminder everything you do
is gonna come with pain
what Hell ain't is what that fat pastor
claims it to be
some fiery place I can't even
see
buried so far down I can't feel
its infernal heat
hell, hell is right here on my black
and blood painted street
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
and you ain't gotta dig too deep
to find it
it's right behind your eyes, in that picture
you see
of Mama runnin' half naked from the house covered
in blood and snot
and crack crazed daddy chasing after her
with a butcher knife
before the man come and gunned
him down
it's there in that lump throat memory of grandad telling you his own Papa got the whip
for standing tall against a bulldog
Alabama sheriff
hell is being sent to Granny
for foster care
and her telling you she ain't got enough
food for herself
it's wearing shoes so tight
every step is a jab
a reminder everything you do
is gonna come with pain
what Hell ain't is what that fat pastor
claims it to be
some fiery place I can't even
see
buried so far down I can't feel
its infernal heat
hell, hell is right here on my black
and blood painted street
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