the skies getting angry with what it's been fed,
I hear windows rattling as I lay in bed.
As poor colored kids cry just 2 blocks away,
there's hardly room in houses to keep them from rain.
and maybe decatur will drown, cause I hear the sounds of a storm coming on.
and maybe this whole town will just settle down, till the rain is gone.
lightning can be scary,
but sometimes we need.
to let out what often is embarassing.
so many depend on destroying our sky,
she's gotten filthy
like jobs are tough to find.
and maybe all the clouds
should come to the ground,
so new ones can be born.
and maybe this whole town will just settle down and come in from the storm.