The matter of The State of Louisiana
v. Eugene Jones is called to order.
All that matters now
is that you walk out of here
with your freedom.
[Little Mo] You say when it comes to Desire,
it's all in or all out.
You haven't been all in for a while.
See, I may give up Desire one day, but...
ain't a motherfucker that's gonna take that shit from me.
Everything I got I fought for.
I bled for.
But I need you to love all of me, too.
[explosion]
[Fia] It was a gas leak?
It's got nothing to do with me.
If you choose to do nothing now,
what makes you so different?
I have nowhere else to go.
You may find that you do belong someplace.
Even if it's not the place you've always been.
Whatever you tell me, it'll be okay.
But if I find out that you lied to me,
you will never see me again.
All right.
Are you responsible for the death of the Jones family?
It was a gas leak.
Okay. I should tell you
I spoke with an assistant U.S. attorney.
So whatever it is you are doing
with the Calabri family, you need to stop.
They are watching everything you do.
[Charlie] We got a problem.
Jimmy Baxter just called off the deal.
The entire development is being scrapped.
The State moves to amend the witness list.
I would like to add a name.
Michael Desiato.
Lee?
The prosecution wants you to testify.
What would you have me do?
Lie.
I can't do that.
Don't be the one to send Eugene away for life.
Just keep me out of that courtroom.
[Rocco fussing]
[Rocco cooing]
I didn't know what to keep and what to give away.
Yeah. It must have been hard. So, thank you.
Oh, wow.
Oh, my God. These are amazing.
Did Adam actually wear these?
Yeah. Well, before they were bronzed.
[laughs]
Wow.
[Elizabeth] They're so tiny.
What's that?
[smacks lips, stammers]
[Fia] Mariano Rivera?
He was a relief pitcher for the Yankees.
He was Adam's favorite player.
He was the greatest closer of all time.
Rocco.
Rocco, look. [gasps]
[Lee] State has one more witness.
[Eugene] What does it even matter?
Everybody says they saw me.
[Lee] What the prosecution has put forth
are eight people who were at a party celebrating Carlo Baxter
getting away with murder.
Eight cross-racial identifications.
None of the eight people
actually claim to have seen the gun being shot.
And what about these?
Concede nothing to these people. You hear me?
All we need is one juror, one person to care enough,
to sympathize with what you've been through,
and regardless of what may or may not have happened,
to understand that you do not belong in prison.
You just need to convince one person.
[sighs]
Eighteen months of work
and Jimmy Baxter just decides
to pull the plug at the final hour?
What the fuck?
It's not you.
It's not. There's something about this city.
It's designed to ensure its problems never get solved.
But we can't stop trying.
Oh, I don't want to stop trying.
The question is: Will they give me another shot?
I mean, they transferred me once before, they could do it again.
Yes, they can, Nancy.
First, it was New York to New Orleans.
Now it'll probably be New Orleans to...
fucking New Hampshire.
I'll be prosecuting bootleggers of maple syrup.
[laughter]
Well, those syrup bootleggers better beware.
Look, it doesn't matter if it's Jimmy Baxter or...
Mayor Figaro.
In the history of men,
getting away with shit always emboldens them to do it again.
And we'll be there.
Definitely.
I talked to Sal Calabri this morning.
He is not pleased with that husband of yours.
I know the feeling.
Now, if Jimmy doesn't want to run the family,
it might be time we take it from him.
I completely agree.
Maybe I stay here a little while longer
and help right the ship.
Until when?
Until Carlo is ready.
Papa, I am ready.
Please, let's not have that conversation. Okay?
If I were your son, I would be the head of this family.
And you know I would've done a better job than Jimmy's done.
Listen, this might seem antiquated to you,
but it's just not the way things
are done in our business.
I thought we make the rules?
Not this one.
[piano lounge music playing]
They'd like a word.
Hotel living don't suit you, Jimmy.
Though, as far as dog houses are concerned,
I guess it could be worse.
Take a mighty shiny piece of jewelry to mend fences
with the missus, huh?
What do you want?
[Big Mo] French Quarter.
You control the streets,
the police, all of that.
I want Desire to have free reign.
I have no interest in the drug business.
And the drug business ain't got no interest in you.
I just want your blessing
to expand my operation in the neighborhood.
Now, why would I agree to that?
Because I'll sell you the club.
And that, as far as your wife is concerned,
is shinier than the Hope Diamond.
Nothing Gina hate more than look across that street and see me.
Think of how happy she'd be if...
you gave it to her.
Your offer is rejected.
quiet, ominous music
[gate bangs] -[dog barking]
[growling]
[whimpering]
Judge. -[dog barking]
[barking]
You've been served.
[barking] -It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay.
[barking]
[water running] -[dishes clinking]
[water stops]
I've... been subpoenaed.
I know you don't want to.
He wasn't trying to kill Adam.
[Elizabeth] Not your job to protect that boy.
And no one thinks you're trying to ruin his life, but he...
He did leave that baby without a father.
This is not on you.
You're a good man, Michael.
haunting, moody music
quiet, somber music
[ship horn blows]
[cooing] -[toy squeaking]
Yeah.
Fia's gonna wait for the babysitter.
She said we should go ahead.
Ready?
Yeah.
Hey.
I love you.
[coos]
I spent the weekend reviewing your briefs
regarding the witness.
The scope of his testimony is to be confined
to the night of the shooting.
He knows far more about this case
than simply the events on the night in question.
If you're gonna allow a convicted felon
to testify as a last-minute addition,
I'm entitled to explore the circumstances
surrounding that event, which are absolutely pertinent
to my client's defense.
I didn't hold this conference to listen to you repeat
the arguments you made in your brief.
The allegations you make against Michael Desiato are damning.
They're also unfounded.
You will not be lodging them in my courtroom.
My ruling on the scope is final.
And Ms. Delamere, if you overstep,
I will have no hesitation about holding you in contempt
and ordering a new trial for Mr. Jones.
[indistinct chatter]
haunting music
If you can't lie,
the least you could do is plead the Fifth.
That's what any lawyer would advise you to do anyway.
[Jarek] The State calls
Michael Desiato.
Do you swear and affirm that the testimony
you're about to provide is the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?
I do.
Judge Desiato, were you-- -[Lee] Objection.
The witness is not a judge.
It is a sign of respect
for a previous position that he held.
One that was taken from him.
Approach.
We can't get past the witness's name
without this going off the rails?
[Lee] If I'm not permitted to examine this witness
in a way that impugns his integrity,
surely you won't allow the State
to afford him a deferential title
that he no longer deserves.
Get on with it.
Mr. Desiato...
were you at the Baxter House hotel the night of the shooting?
Yes.
What were you doing there?
I was looking for my son Adam.
[Jarek] And why was Adam there?
[Michael] He was dating Fia Baxter.
[Jarek] How long had they been dating?
[Michael] Uh, I'm not sure.
A few months.
[Jarek] When did you learn of their relationship?
[Michael] That day.
So, you went to get Adam,
and then what happened next?
There was a party at the hotel.
I-I wasn't on the guest list,
so security wasn't letting me in.
I went around the side,
to a window, so I could look in at the bar and restaurant.
And did you see Adam?
Yes.
Did you see anyone else?
Mr. Desiato.
Did you see anyone else through the window?
Yes, I saw Adam and Fia.
The Baxter family.
It-it was a party, so there were a lot of people.
And I'm sorry to have to ask, but...
...did you see your son get shot?
I was trying to get his attention.
And then...
Suddenly, there...
There was a... bang.
The bullet hit Adam in the neck.
I looked past him and I saw someone...
standing next to the kitchen in the back.
And he...
He was holding a gun in his hand.
Adam fell to the floor.
I ran inside and I-I yelled for help.
I held my son in my arms as he died.
[Jarek] And did you see who shot him?
Yes.
[Jarek] And was it the defendant Eugene Jones?
quiet, tense music
Yes, it was.
Mr. Desiato, do you believe in justice?
We've already established that you were a judge.
Do you need me to define justice for you?
Objection, badgering.
Sustained.
Allow the witness to answer.
[Lee] Do you believe in justice?
I don't know.
How about karma?
How about payback, comeuppance, retribution?
Is counsel serious with these questions?
Fine. How about this one:
Do you believe your son deserved to die?
Counsel.
[Judge Doucet] If this is how it's gonna go,
I'll end your cross right now, Ms. Delamere.
Mr. Desiato, do you know of any reason why my client
would've wanted to kill your son?
No, I don't.
Do you know of any reason why my client
would have wanted to kill Carlo Baxter?
Objection!
[Judge Doucet] Approach, now.
[murmuring]
Your Honor, the State has already alleged
revenge as a motive.
Which stems directly from Mr. Baxter's trial
in the witness's courtroom.
And you are free to explore that area...
but not with this witness.
That trial, as far as Mr. Desiato is concerned,
is out of bounds.
Mr. Desiato, can you describe your vantage point
when Adam was shot?
I was looking through a window.
Big window, small window?
Big.
Any obstructions?
Blinds, curtains?
[Michael] There were curtains, but they were open.
[Lee] How wide?
[Michael] Wide enough to see inside clearly.
Inside, how many people were there?
Twenty, thirty at least.
[Lee] Were you able to see Adam right away?
No, I-I was...
scanning the room until I spotted him.
And the shooter...
did you see him before he fired?
[Michael] No, after.
Did he run?
[Michael] Yes.
How long were you able to see him for?
A couple seconds.
So you're looking through a window,
past curtains, into a dark room
with a lot of people,
and you were focused on your son.
Are you certain,
that past all of that,
that it was Eugene Jones you saw holding the gun?
Yes.
[Lee] You saw his face?
[Michael] I did.
[Lee] Did you see what he was wearing?
Jeans and a white T-shirt
and a checkered hoodie, unzipped.
You only had a couple seconds
and you claim to have seen his face,
his pants, his shirt?
No, that... that is what he was wearing.
I-I didn't ask you what he was wearing.
I'm asking how can you remember that?
How can you confidently identify a boy
who you have never seen before?
You wanted to tell the truth.
Objection. Argumentative.
[Judge Doucet] Sustained.
He was wearing the same clothes
that I had seen him in earlier that day.
Objection! Beyond the scope! Move to strike.
[Lee] The witness opened the door, Your Honor.
[Judge Doucet] Yes, he did.
You may proceed, carefully.
When did you see Eugene Jones earlier that day?
I saw him in my chambers.
He was selling me a baseball.
Objection! The witness is offering
narrative not asked for.
Sustained. -Fine.
Why was he in your chambers?
He was selling me a baseball.
[Lee] How much for?
[Michael] $500.
Why so expensive?
It was autographed by Mariano Rivera.
What was your interest in that ball?
It once belonged to my son.
Do you know how Adam's baseball
came into the possession of Eugene Jones?
[Michael] He inherited it,
from his brother Kofi Jones
after he died.
How did Kofi Jones end up with that baseball?
It was in my car.
[Lee] The car that hit Rocco Baxter?
[Michael] Yes.
[Lee] The car that Kofi stole?
[Michael] Yes.
The car that he stole October ninth?
No.
He stole the car on October tenth.
The day after the car hit Rocco Baxter?
Yes.
[Lee] So Kofi Jones wasn't driving that car
that was involved in the hit-and-run?
No.
Who was driving?
tense music
My son.
Adam.
Don't you dare.
Fia, I'm... I'm so...
I'm so sorry.
For what?
For lying to me this entire time?
Or for covering up my brother's death?
I didn't want to hurt you.
You failed.
You're a liar.
And so was your son.
[Elizabeth] Oh, Fia...
[exhales]
Well, based on Desiato's testimony today--
How fucked are we?
He-he hasn't said anything that implicates anyone in this room.
Yet.
So, then...
how exposed are we?
Well, that depends on what Desiato might say,
and on what he can prove.
Well, it's simple then.
Let's make sure he never talks again.
Shut the fuck up, Carmine.
Don't you talk to my father that way.
I can make sure you never talk again, too.
[Zander] Okay, okay.
A couple of things, since we're all here.
A couple of reminders.
One, attorney-client privilege
does not extend to future crimes.
Two, it certainly doesn't extend to crimes
that you planned in my presence.
He was just blowing off a little steam.
Yeah, but he's got a point though.
If we could get rid of Michael--
Okay, I'm going to take a walk around the hotel.
Talk amongst yourselves while I'm gone.
Wait, wait. Wait.
What do you recommend we do right now, this very minute?
Nothing. Nothing.
All Michael did today was implicate himself.
So then we return to court tomorrow, as a family...
...and show we have nothing to hide.
[door beeps]
[Gina] Fia...?
Oh, God.
[sniffling] -It's all right, it's all right.
[shushing]
It's all right.
[indistinct chatter]
You did a good job today.
Negligent homicide, time served.
[sighs] You didn't do that good of a job.
Your boss is in real danger of having to retry every conviction
from Desiato's courtroom.
Every defense lawyer will file an appeal for retrial,
every prosecutor will be forced to double their workload.
The district attorney's reelection hopes, dashed.
I've already got Michael talking.
Who knows what else he's willing to say?
One thing he will say is that Eugene Jones killed his son.
You really think you can plead this down, Lee?
Your narrative is crumbling.
Eugene is as much a victim as he is a culprit.
You need to convince 12 people
that this kid hasn't already suffered enough.
It's too late now, Lee.
I'll take my chances with the verdict.
[lock buzzing]
Hey.
What'd the prosecutor say?
Don't worry about him.
The jury heard what happened.
[Lee] They heard Michael's story.
Well, would it help if they hear mine?
I don't know.
[sighs]
Everybody's just always trying to make me disappear.
And I'm tired of hiding.
You don't have to testify.
Yeah. I do.
[exhales]
contemplative music
I don't even know where to begin.
I covered up a crime.
I destroyed evidence.
I lied to the police.
I told Adam to lie.
You did it all to protect Adam?
Yeah.
Then that's all you got to say to me.
[knocking]
Have you come to arrest me?
After your testimony today...
I'm here to protect you.
atmospheric music
[Lee] Please tell the court your name.
Eugene Jones.
How old are you, Eugene?
[Eugene] I'm 16.
[Lee] And where are you from?
Uh, New Orleans.
The Lower Ninth. Born and raised.
Where were you on the morning of October ninth?
[Eugene] Uh, I was in Judge Desiato's courtroom.
[Lee] Why?
[Eugene] My mom had been busted for possession.
[Lee] What happened that day in court?
Judge Desiato had let her go.
[Lee] Why?
[Eugene] Uh, because the cop that arrested her
had lied about seeing her hide drugs.
And were you in court alone?
No.
Your three youngest siblings were with you?
Yeah. I was taking care of them.
[Lee] So you and your family went home.
What happened the next day?
[Eugene] Cops arrested my older brother Kofi
for stealing Judge Desiato's car.
[Lee] And that's how he came to be charged
with the hit-and-run that killed Rocco Baxter?
Yeah.
[Lee] Did you have any more run-ins with the police?
[Eugene] They had raided our house,
and they were looking for a phone.
Rocco's phone, I guess.
But they didn't find it?
No.
Because my brother didn't kill Rocco.
And, as we've already heard,
even though your brother didn't kill Rocco Baxter,
Rocco's brother killed Kofi in jail.
How did you learn about that?
I, um...
I heard my mom crying in the other room.
She kept calling his name.
[Lee] What happened the following day?
Um...
The next day...
I went to go get us some food.
Because...
we hadn't eaten all day.
And I was walking back to the house...
...and it exploded.
[Lee] With your mother and your siblings inside?
Yes, ma'am.
[Lee] What did you think had happened?
Objection. Calls for speculation.
[Judge Doucet] Sustained.
What was going through your head
when you saw that your house was engulfed in flames?
That the Baxters did this.
[Jarek] Objection.
Your Honor, to call that speculation
is an understatement.
There was an investigation
and a police report that concluded
that the explosion of the Jones home was an accident.
The result of a gas leak.
[Judge Doucet] Sustained.
Strike the witness's last answer.
Members of the jury, you are to disregard
what the witness just said.
Eugene, were you ever made aware
of any investigations into the death of your family?
[Eugene] No.
How do you feel about the same police department
that falsely accused your brother of killing Rocco Baxter
also failing to uncover the truth
about your family's death?
Objection.
Your Honor, this is a ploy by counsel
to engender sympathy for her client
by mischaracterizing the deaths of a mother and her children.
They have names.
[Judge Doucet] What did you say, Mr. Jones?
Everyone keeps saying...
..."mother and her children."
My mom was Female Jones,
and her kids were Goodluck,
Sophie...
and Rose.
And they have names.
gentle music
Could we take a short recess?
Yes.
Um, we'll come back at quarter after.
Lee. Lee. I need to talk to you.
Leave me alone, Michael. -No, please.
Just give me a minute. Please.
I have nothing to say to you.
Look, I'll catch you, okay?
Eugene had to go get food, right?
So what?
He was in my courtroom days earlier.
We had a conversation.
It's part of the official record.
dramatic music -[dialogue inaudible]
Eugene, do you know the term "survivor's guilt"?
[Eugene] No.
[Lee] When someone close to us dies,
sometimes we who didn't perish feel guilty
about still being alive.
Did you ever think about how close you came
to dying with the rest of your family that night?
Yeah.
All the time.
Do you ever feel bad, like you...
did something wrong
to not be with them when tragedy struck?
Yeah.
Why did you leave the house that night?
Everybody was hungry.
Was it often your responsibility to...
feed Goodluck, Sophie and Rose?
Even your mom?
She just didn't have it in her sometimes.
Eugene, you said earlier that you were
in Judge Desiato's courtroom for your mother's hearing.
Did you participate in any way in that hearing?
[Eugene] Uh, yeah, the judge had asked me some questions.
Defense would like to submit
the hearing transcript for Female Jones into the record.
I'm going to read to you the questions
that Judge Desiato asked you.
And I want you to read the answers
that you gave that day.
"Please tell the court your name."
"Eugene."
"Eugene, where is your father?"
"Busy."
"With what?"
"Side girlfriend."
[Lee] "When was the last time you saw him?"
[Eugene sighs]
"I don't know."
"What did you eat for breakfast, Eugene?"
"We had some pickle juice.
Hot fries sometimes when we're helped out."
"And who helps you out?"
"My older brother, sometimes."
[Lee] You had to survive on pickle juice and hot fries?
[Eugene] Well, whatever was around.
We had cereal, too.
[Lee] Eggs, bacon?
No, none of that stuff.
[Lee] Why not?
We couldn't cook.
dark, atmospheric music
We couldn't cook...
because we didn't have any gas.
[Lee] Your gas had been shut off.
Eugene, are you sure about that?
Yeah, we-we didn't have enough money for-for bills, or...
We didn't have gas for weeks.
[murmuring]
[door opens]
[Judge Doucet] Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
please be here at 8:30 tomorrow morning.
We are now adjourned.
[gavel bangs]
Could you just give us a couple of minutes?
You were great today.
Am I done?
The prosecution still gets to cross-examine you.
Judge Desiato.
I'm sorry about Adam.
I know.
I'm sorry too, Eugene.
What's your plan now?
What do you want me to say?
That I'll fall on my sword if I have to?
That's the least you could do.
Are we to overlook the fact
that sending a message to the Jones family was your idea?
You are a pathetic excuse for a man.
And I can't believe my father ever trusted you
with the Conti family.
It's the best decision he ever made.
[door beeps]
Fia...
Give him to me. -Wait, Fia.
[Gina] Fia, no. -Get off me, Carlo.
[Carlo] Just calm down. -[Fia] Get off me!
[Carlo] Please, calm down.
[Fia] Give him to me!
Give me my fucking child, Carlo.
It's not right!
No, not while you're in this state.
Give me my fucking son! Get off me, Carlo.
Relax. You need to calm down.
Calm down!
Don't you fucking touch me.
You killed an innocent woman and her children.
You are monsters!
All of you.
[panting]
Did you know about Adam, too?
Oh...
No! No!
Calm down. Calm down. -[sobbing]
[Rocco crying]
Hey.
You did so well in court today.
Yeah, well, I've got another big day tomorrow, so...
Can you tell me what you found out?
Yeah, absolutely.
We went to, um, Entergy New Orleans this afternoon.
Checked the records.
The Jones family hadn't paid their gas bill in months.
Eugene was right. The gas was turned off seven weeks
before the explosion.
On top of that,
the investigation into the explosion
was headed by Lieutenant Brendan Cusack.
I'm pretty sure he's Baxter-owned.
So, if Eugene agrees to be a cooperating witness
against the Baxters, the federal government
will grant him protective custody.
I can't be sure that he witnessed
any criminal activity from the Baxters.
Well, then I guess I won't be able to call on him.
Then why?
Because I want to help this kid.
So no prison time?
You'll be free tomorrow.
Can I go back to Houston?
Eugene, you saw what the Baxters did to your family.
You'll never be safe in Houston,
or anywhere that people know where to look for you.
No one can know where you are, or who you are.
I can't give up my name.
It's the only part of them that I got left.
[Olivia] Eugene...?
For the rest of your life,
whenever you hear someone say the name Eugene,
your heart is going to skip a beat.
You're going to be forever looking over your shoulder
for someone who isn't there.
You're going to feel alive and destroyed all over again.
Hey. Look at me.
Regardless of what anyone calls you,
you will always be Kofi's brother and Female's son.
You'll always be Eugene Jones,
because that name is a part of who you are.
And no one can take that away from you.
[sighs]
I told you I'm done negotiating, Lee.
You're just here to watch.
The Justice Department has offered my client
witness protection.
[Jarek] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I did not agree to that.
Oh, did I forget to mention
the U.S. Attorney's Office is taking this case away from you.
This meeting was just a courtesy.
I just found out that...
the guy that I fell in love with
is the one who killed my brother.
And they knew.
They knew and they didn't tell me.
Do you think you can find forgiveness in your heart?
I think for Adam I already have.
I'm so mad at him.
But I also believe that he really loved me.
I still feel it.
But I don't know if I can forgive my family.
The things they've done...
somber music
Is it fucked up if the only reason
I'm willing to entertain the notion that God exists
is because I'm certain that the devil does?
I don't know why bad things happen to us.
But suffering is a part of the human experience,
and it's never fair.
I wouldn't wish it upon anyone.
But I do believe the pain you endure here
will be transformed into everlasting love.
If Heaven does exist,
Rocco is the only one who's going to be there.
I don't have a lot of answers, Fia.
Especially ones that will help you right now.
But... Look at me.
There is a Heaven.
As sure as we're sitting here.
And your brother is there, right now.
I need that to be true.
I need to know...
that when we lose someone,
we haven't lost them forever.
[hip-hop music playing]
"Tally" by Denzel Curry and midwxst
I met this girl down in Tally
She said she flew in from Cali
Not L.A. though, she live in the Valley
Got a twin and I think her name Sally
Not my type, so I curved her real proudly
Don't remember last night, it was cloudy...
What the hell do you want?
Just hoping to talk to the man of the house.
He's indisposed.
Oh, that's too bad.
Just curious to see if he'd given any more thought
to my offer he rejected, but...
What offer?
Oh, he didn't tell you?
I tried to sell him the club.
Knew you'd want to get me off the block, but...
guess it doesn't matter to him.
Excuse me.
Now that's my long game.
moody, pulsing music
[door opens]
[sniffles, sighs]
What happened, darling?
What's wrong? -Pop.
What, what?
It's Jimmy.
He blames me for what he did to that Jones family.
He's always held it against me.
It's all right. It'll be okay.
Papa, he's going to confess to the police.
What?
Jimmy's threatened to implicate me too because he hates me.
He told me that.
He wants to take me down.
He's gonna destroy us.
Is he in his room?
[door opens, closes]
[sighs]
tense, atmospheric music
[Gina breathing shakily]
[groaning]
You were never my family.
[phone dialing]
[line ringing]
I'm calling from the Baxter House.
I just heard gunshots.
Please send help right away.
[ragged breathing]
[gurgling]
somber music
[indistinct P.A. announcement]
[lock buzzes]
[rain drizzling]
[gate closes]
[lock buzzes]
Thank you for caring about me.
Take care of yourself.
Stay out of trouble, okay?
[Olivia sighs]
[engine starts]
So now what are you going to do?
I have no idea.
You can sell anywhere in the Quarter.
Except on my street.
I'm looking forward to a new era in our special relationship.
[Little Mo] The whole city's ours.
Real soon, we're gonna be minting cash.
Can I help you?
Yeah. Any chance y'all looking for performers?
New owner's across the street.
You got to talk to her.
All right. -Mm.
Hey, yo.
Let me see what you got.
Uh... Yeah.
Thank you.
[electric guitar playing]
When the sins of my father
Weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother
Will not let me go
Well, I know there can come fire from the sky
To refine the purest of kings
And even though I know this fire can bring me pain
Even so, Lord, just the same
Make it rain, make it rain
Every seed needs the water
Before it grows out of the ground
But it just keeps on getting harder
And harder
And the hunger more profound
Well, I know they can't count tears from the eye
But it may as well be in vain
Even though I know these tears will bring me pain
Even so, Lord, just the same
Make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, Lord
Make it rain
Well, the sea is filled with water
Stops by the shore
Just like the riches of grandeur
But it'll never reach, never reach the poor
Well, let the clouds fill with thunderous applause
And the lightning be the veins
Fill the sky
With all they can draw
When it's time to make a change
Make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain...
Make it rain
Make it rain...
Make it rain
atmospheric music