I cry rivers of life that pour down the mountain top of my world, Onto the sticky pavement that I rest my feet I’m head fakin,and crossing over trying to fake out deciet But hes crafty, and shady, and maybe I’m to slow for his flow Or his breath that makes my spine shiver, I don’t know why I cry rivers. I cry rivers of life that rain down from the sky filled with pretty shades of blue Thick clouds that cover mother earth, misty sweat, that forms the morning dew. I cry rivers of life that drip slowly down the sidewalk that I take my journey Through the wild jungle that lies before me. I ain’t got time to sift through the thick shrub, Cause in the jungle their ain’t no love, Only rivers that make my spine shiver, and I duck and hide, From the rivers I cry. I cry rivers for Angels fallen then risen, Souls stolen before our time, but not God’s time, Cause his time is not the same as yours and mine, So I choose not to define my time here on this earth, I will cry my rivers until I am delivered to my re-birth. I cry rivers of life when I lay down at night, And pray to my Creator that he holds me tight. I cry rivers that bind my mind to the changing of the times And my rhymes will deliver me from the river that consumes me, That runs deep in the right and left sides of my brain, but I can’t contain The overflowing river that I hold inside, So the waves of my river I will continue…..to ride. I cry rivers until the ducts in my eyes run dry. So then silent tears are what I cry. I cry rivers until the force of the water over takes the door, Releasing the reasons for my tears so that I can feel free, And my rivers of tears will flow no more……..