The Daughter's Pain (feat. Truey Tay & King Marino)
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
Gutter rains pour as they're filling up a cigarette
Highlights of the flares casting down on a broken neck
Pencil sketches of the wretched
Bodycams and silent tenants
Mama's cry fills city remnants
Newspaper prints daughter's lesson
Lover folds themselves into the blanket of their filth and grime
Blistered hands that drained the flesh investigates the violent crime
Hypocrite's badge glows beautifully against the light
Scratches on his chest pressed against his buttoned pride
Legs peeking out like a broken child's toy
Woman that he stalked getting gawked by the polaroid
February fourteenth marked on his calendar
Fractured knuckles from the pressure when he silenced her
Tried to kill herself the first time that he harmed her
But the little bully man turned her to a martyr
Who can mama call when a man hits her daughter
Who you supposed to call when a pig is the farmer
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
Little piggy run now that mama's got a gun
Paid a couple bucks now she knows your only son
Found his car parked outside a Wal-Mart
Brain shot through the back damn don't he look smart
Heard you at the scene now
Picking up his skull wow
Yeah you must feel real proud
Looking like a silly clown
Go ahead and kill me I got nothing to lose
Except your baby-boy's brains stuck on my shoes
Heard your little siren and
Pistol started firing
Right into the side where you keep your little partner in
No you ain't gonna make it in
Into my apartment
Pocket with her picture and the other holds my Parliaments
Fancy little tires getting smashed up on my curb
And I ain't gonna stop until all you suckers burn
Come on little boy why don't 'cha tell me 'bout your last words
Saying that you loved her
Mama make your love hurt
Protect and serve and to serve and protect
Is that what you really thought when you broke her neck
Now go ahead and stammer while I'm pulling back my hammer
Choking on your blood while I smile at the camera
Broken jawbone on my pistol
Badge is caked with blood and tissue
Daughter up in heaven laughing looking down 'cause she ain't miss you
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
Gutter rains pour as they're filling up a cigarette
Highlights of the flares casting down on a broken neck
Pencil sketches of the wretched
Bodycams and silent tenants
Mama's cry fills city remnants
Newspaper prints daughter's lesson
Lover folds themselves into the blanket of their filth and grime
Blistered hands that drained the flesh investigates the violent crime
Hypocrite's badge glows beautifully against the light
Scratches on his chest pressed against his buttoned pride
Legs peeking out like a broken child's toy
Woman that he stalked getting gawked by the polaroid
February fourteenth marked on his calendar
Fractured knuckles from the pressure when he silenced her
Tried to kill herself the first time that he harmed her
But the little bully man turned her to a martyr
Who can mama call when a man hits her daughter
Who you supposed to call when a pig is the farmer
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
Little piggy run now that mama's got a gun
Paid a couple bucks now she knows your only son
Found his car parked outside a Wal-Mart
Brain shot through the back damn don't he look smart
Heard you at the scene now
Picking up his skull wow
Yeah you must feel real proud
Looking like a silly clown
Go ahead and kill me I got nothing to lose
Except your baby-boy's brains stuck on my shoes
Heard your little siren and
Pistol started firing
Right into the side where you keep your little partner in
No you ain't gonna make it in
Into my apartment
Pocket with her picture and the other holds my Parliaments
Fancy little tires getting smashed up on my curb
And I ain't gonna stop until all you suckers burn
Come on little boy why don't 'cha tell me 'bout your last words
Saying that you loved her
Mama make your love hurt
Protect and serve and to serve and protect
Is that what you really thought when you broke her neck
Now go ahead and stammer while I'm pulling back my hammer
Choking on your blood while I smile at the camera
Broken jawbone on my pistol
Badge is caked with blood and tissue
Daughter up in heaven laughing looking down 'cause she ain't miss you
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Hathaway
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