Youngblood in the river, identified by his teeth
Both eyes glassed over, missing hands and feet
Moving oh so fast, current pushing from beneath
Youngblood in the river, always smelled so sweet

Put Jimmy in the river, put it out on the street
Showerhead in the bathtub, baby
And a crack in the concrete

Well police call mama, stop crying for a word
Broken neck and a blowjob, baby
Something mama never heard

Say he dressed like a woman on weekend nights
Try to sell it to a rich man, baby in the fifth ward light

Called out to a witness, but they couldn’t make it stick
Too long in the river, to hear the turning of a trick

Sometimes the truth is in the trouble, when it’s dead in your hand
Youngblood in the river, sometimes a woman is a man