My Baby

My babys a bad liar
And I smile for her day to day.
My babys a bad liar
And I let her have her way.
My babys a bad liar
She don’t know what I see.
My babys a bad liar
She don’t know eyes are free.
My babys a bad liar
Wouldnt have her in other hands.
My babys a bad liar
Shes run off to another man.
My babys a bad liar
She came to me today.
My babys a bad liar
I know she wont stay.

Baby hangs on her arms
Strange fruit on a tree,
Her other arm
On a broken wheel.

She tells me what she wants:
“A wrap, a kit, one Old E .
Got somethin for my baby?
Anything for free ? “

“Honey I’ll pay you back tomorrow
I’ll be working tonight you hear
Just something to borrow
Anything, please?”

“My head hurts
Im a dollar short on three,
Come on now suga
Im good for it sweety”

Baby hangs on her arms
Strange fruit on a tree
Her other arm
On a broken wheel.

His head slumped over
With pearly eyes,
He’ll love his mama
Until the day he dies.