Mama
Looked into my heart and I saw a darkness
Deep and ancient chill within my bones
Ever since the envy that spilled a brother's blood
We're all dyin' to throw stones
But from St. Louis springs a riot
For all of the kids not coming home
And I see a struggle that binds us all tonight
That marches streets to atone
Mama, I'm having those bad dreams again
Where the wicked don't pay for what they done
Mama, The evil that dwells in hearts of men
No peace or justice under the sun
On a cold November's afternoon in Cleveland
A child with his cheap plastic gun
Only half past three and they left him there to bleed
Too young to learn he didn't have time to run
Mama, I'm having those bad dreams again
Where the wicked don't pay for what they done
Mama, The evil that dwells in hearts of men
No peace or justice under the sun
Father of six in New York City
Selling cigarettes out in the street
Dyin' in daylight for all of us to see
I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe
I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe
I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe
Mama, I'm having those bad dreams again
Where the wicked don't pay for what they done
Mama, The evil that dwells in hearts of men
No peace or justice under the sun
Mama, I'm having those bad dreams again
The wicked don't pay for what they done
Mama, The evil that dwells in hearts of men
No peace or justice under the sun
No peace or justice under the gun
Deep and ancient chill within my bones
Ever since the envy that spilled a brother's blood
We're all dyin' to throw stones
But from St. Louis springs a riot
For all of the kids not coming home
And I see a struggle that binds us all tonight
That marches streets to atone
Mama, I'm having those bad dreams again
Where the wicked don't pay for what they done
Mama, The evil that dwells in hearts of men
No peace or justice under the sun
On a cold November's afternoon in Cleveland
A child with his cheap plastic gun
Only half past three and they left him there to bleed
Too young to learn he didn't have time to run
Mama, I'm having those bad dreams again
Where the wicked don't pay for what they done
Mama, The evil that dwells in hearts of men
No peace or justice under the sun
Father of six in New York City
Selling cigarettes out in the street
Dyin' in daylight for all of us to see
I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe
I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe
I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe
Mama, I'm having those bad dreams again
Where the wicked don't pay for what they done
Mama, The evil that dwells in hearts of men
No peace or justice under the sun
Mama, I'm having those bad dreams again
The wicked don't pay for what they done
Mama, The evil that dwells in hearts of men
No peace or justice under the sun
No peace or justice under the gun
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Writer(s): Benjamin John Grace
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