Underground

He don't cook

He don't sweep

He don't eat

He don't sleep

He don't cry

He don't moan

He don't call when

I'm not home

Because my baby

Because my baby

He's under the ground

And every single day since my old man died

After life let him break

The swelling inside

The sweetest damned fruit my tongue tip ever found

Is the taste of my man deep down

Under the ground

He don't cook

He don't sweep

He don't eat

He don't sleep

He don't shake

He don't pine

He don't move or

Make a sound

Because my baby

Because my baby

Because my baby

He's under the ground

He's under the ground