I'll eat the mud.
I'll suck the sun
out of the sky,
puncture the clouds.
When I'm throwin' down,
it won't make a sound;
below the bed,
under the ground.
When I fought the night,
it stayed asleep.
It didn't move,
the dark is cheap.
I'm braiding hair,
braiding it well.
My father taught me
and now I can tell.
When I'm asleep
and when I'm awake,
I'm not afraid.
This dirt is fake.
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