Gabbie

Christmas of '76, it's too cold for Jesus
who didn't come down for the first robbery
and public housing over me, two parents or maybe three
shreds of Sicily in the fog
divided by
cages, they're all still there and still dreaming
sands, I left school on Monday full of
anger, taking justice into my own hands has become a
fever, and courage is just a syringe for me
and the law is a joke, but even in jail, you cry
memories fade
and a woman gets lost if she doesn't hold on for a while.

Bank of America, what do you want, ten million to split three ways
says if you want the stuff, give me the cash
if you want to sleep and also love her
you need a bit of this hell by now
marshal, you have a family, what are you doing.

No, get back up
cages in my life, I've never known anything but
cages, if I had someone waiting, I'd live, but it would be too beautiful
so do me a favor, Jesus, make this hook that
holds, make it soon, the blue far away from these
cages.

Cages in my life, I've never known anything but
cages, if I had someone waiting, I'd live, but it would be too beautiful
so do me a favor, Jesus, make this hook that
holds, don't leave me down here, not like an eagle in a cage…