Black Cauldron

Whittle me till I'm little me Back to banyan trees, cassava leaves War-torn screams, Maria Birthing me in a black cauldron Black cauldron Mm, yeah, hmm Some things, they can take you right back Some things, they can take you right back Some things, they can take you right back Some things, they can take you One for the Bible Two for the children with the rifles Three for survival I'm running in the cycles I'm running in the cycles Some things, they can take you right back Some things, they can take you right back Some things, they can take you right back Some things, they can take you Mama, I don't wanna cry no more Mama, the kids are burning church next door Mama, I can feel the breeze in my evening Mama, tell me there's a reason for living Mama, I don't wanna cry no more I walk, step forward into some blurry future Mama, the kids are burning church next door My past far behind Mama, I can feel the breeze in my evening Sometimes it calls There must be a reason Mama, tell me there's a reason for living That you're on my mind Some things, they can take you right back Some things, they can take you right back Some things, they can take you right back Some things, they can take you