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



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Writer(s): Benjamin John Grace
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