They found the body along the Genesee
Almighty God we gotta leave
Under the High Falls in the wood
This funeral, this time, now, the hood.
I’m so mad
I got no money for the lease
That boy was sixteen
His name was Datrice
There isn’t enough coffee to drown my loss
Covered in thick, slimy green moss
They wanna evict me I got nowhere to go
Please, can you help me please, St. Joe.
I can’t end up in the muddy river
But maybe that’s my way out
Goodbye fear, I can’t deliver
A home for my family, food not a sliver
At home with the Lord I plea
In the fallen ninth ward
Along the Genesee.