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"Living in the Cracks" is a song by Lorenzo Lattanzi.
I first heard it performed by Howard Ashby Kranz in July 2019.
Lyrics
Looking out the window, where the country used to be Parking lots and freeways as far as the eye can see. Buildings reaching higher, till they’re blocking out the sun, All that asphalt and concrete where rivers used to run In the jaws of the destroyer, (remember, you don’t look back) When your children are living in the cracks.
All these sweet conveniences, how long will they last? Your victories are ancient now; they’re all buried in the past. Foundations all are crumbling, you sit and you wonder why I can’t begin to tell you my friend, so I won’t even try But you’ve tied the ropes so tightly now, won’t you give me just a little slack And I’ll continue living in the cracks. Living in the cracks, between prison and the street, on my back and on my feet. Living in the cracks, with no money in my hand, is that so hard to understand? I’m a natural fact, and I’m living in the cracks.
Sometimes I live in the country, sometimes I live in town. Too many times for counting now, I’ve tried to settle down. I’ve worked hard when I had to; I’ve learned to make my way. But one job for a lifetime is a game I can’t play. My earth is growing greener, while yours is turning black There’s a forest growing, living in the cracks.
Nature licks her wounds, when she’s given half a chance. Earth and sky and water, we’re all here in the same dance. Morning asked the evening “what happened in between?” As the earth spins on its axis, what does destruction mean? They went to sleep in a mansion, and woke in a one room shack, These rich and poor men living in the cracks.
Living in the cracks, between prison and the street, on my back or on my feet. Living in the cracks with no money in my hand, is that so hard to understand? We’re all natural facts, and we’re living in the cracks.
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Attribution:
- Lyrics by Lorenzo Lattanzi.