Mary 歌词

Up above my head I hear the wind whipping Here come them ghetto birds again On every streetlamp Cameras see you from a distance Saw the light hittin' off the lens And how we survive Brothas still nickel and dime Right underneath those lights Tightrope walkin' they life It seems the cameras don't work When we in danger and hurt Not a siren to be heard Left for dead in the dirt Mary Don't you be ashamed to cry Everywhere you looking Another soul misguided Thinking his pistol make him a man Minimum wage ain't working He want that fast money Spend it as soon as it touch his hand Why can't he see He don't gotta try to be The bullshit he hear on CD Mockery of you and me And I'll tell you what's worse Heard it in so many a verse This ghetto living like a curse Can't even find the truth in the church