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Crack of sticks and slush of muck
The air’s too thick, can’t catch my breath
Hippos ride and control the tides
We walk and grind, walk and grind
And spiral toward the other side
Every opinion matters most
I long, eyes closed to see the coast

Hippos sticks spiral tide
Walk and grind, walk and grind

My son’s sweet voice goes disregarded
I breed indifference with every move
Glancing up, no more bombarded
The cat’s in the cradle with a tarnished spoon
One day I’ll do right by him
Will it come before the moon?

Hippos sticks spiral tide
Walk and grind, walk and grind

When the sun and the horizon cross
Mosquitos are drawn to the glowing box
Same time same place night after night
So far so close am I really lost
Take my hand, let’s make a right
Be one heart pumping into the night
Then startled in our bed I toss

Hippos sticks spiral tide
Walk and grind, walk and grind

The Son’s sweet voice goes disregarded
Oknus’ alter is where I feast
Malnourished tossing round in bed
Narcotic visions in my head
I’m sorry how fast you are to heal
Thank you for a rare warm meal

Hippos sticks spiral tide
Walk and grind, walk and grind

Bloody knees before thy shake
They weren’t unsure just a minute ago
Arrogant privileged white man gate
Now a ship tossed to and fro
Wrecked on the rock, when I noshow

Hippos sticks spiral tide
Walk and grind, walk and grind

The air’s too thick, can’t catch my breath
I’m dying can’t you read my mind
The race is won, there’s nothing left
My life is owned, my gain is death
The son calls out, he has me kept
Joy.