Little Baby

Little baby, crying in her crib,

Mama’s got no milk to give.

The rent’s due, groceries are few,

Mama’s got no time for you.

She’s trying to turn that pussy out,

But these days the old girl’s in a drought.

“Get a job, you slob,” the g-men say,

but when’s the last time they were in this way?

The bad pills don’t come cheap,

And whatever good they sow

It's the soul they reap.

Little baby, crying in her crib,

Daddy’s gone, with his one life to live.

That life was took, out in them streets;

Just another dead nigger for the law man’s sheets.

The world don’t care,

Life ain’t fair,

The ivory tower gets off on its stares.

Little baby, crying in her crib,

Thank god you won’t worry about them chains they give.

In that rundown head house was found,

Sleeping still without a sound,

Little baby girl who cried in her crib,

Asking no more for what couldn’t be give.