Dedicated to every mother who's lost her son.
Not just from violence, but lost her son.
This is for the mother that loved her son.
She prayed to street lights and sees these fireflies angels
Buzzing halos to her cigarette rings
Patiently waiting for the sun to shine and Hope
The moon doesn’t sing
These sad stories of her baby boy doing bad things
You see GANGSTER meant talking back to your mother
You see GANGSTER meant thinking the devil was your brother
You see GANGSTER meant holding a gun to the sky and blowing God’s brains out
But through thick and thin
She was out and in
His mind games and mind frame thought that life would come on a silver platter
His grill was shined up with BLING BLING
So silence was golden and smiling is all that mattered.
Mother Mary! Her disciples told her
Take your virgin mind and stop being messed up by
Your son
She was blind in more ways then one
But a Mother stands by her child.
She stood by his side while the streets purified his mind
And nailed gangster to his heart
He bled with his attitudes and it rolled down his veins
Into converse kicks
But still he rode on these Cadillac Chariots that tamed these streets
Ignored his mother’s pleas
There’s no need to come home, when you got the whole world on it’s knees
He lived in the night and died during the day
Revived to the smell of Mary Jane
You see Mary Jane was a special dame
But don’t confuse virgin with that soul in her name
Able to make guys addicted to the dance
And her hips was so smooth
Hourglass figure with slick moves
Not much of a talker she was very blunt
She was the reason he cared more about pleasing himself then
LOVING
You see Mother Mary roaming calling for her son
To come home
Please come home
All while he sang his song
I stay walking awkwardly while barely talking audibly
Sharing thoughts and prophecies without a pause or stop to breathe
Forget conformities so now a guy’s depressed with rude intent
Why should I do my best if life’s an interlude to death?
And he sang and he sang
He sang this same tune
And he sang and he sang
He sang this same tune
So same scene again different place
Mother Mary holding her Marlboro Rosary
Each bead was being put in her lungs to cool her nerves
Take a whiff of her religion.
Inhale the faith, exhale the prayers
Clenched fist on sidewalk tattoos
Tear drops on that death spot
Because one of her son’s followers didn’t believe in his cause
So therefore without hesitation or pause
They broke one of those sacred 10 laws
Now he lies on this concrete cross with his converse kicks
A crown of thorns around his head
Mary Jane beside him
Mother Mary wept
Why didn’t you love your mother?
She prayed to those streets light and sees these fireflies angels
Buzzing halos and halos to her cigarettes rings
Patiently waiting for the sun to shine and hope
The moon doesn’t sing
These sad stories of her baby boy doing bad things
But they did
These bad things that baby boys do to catch their mom’s eyes
Even meant going to hell after they lose there own life.
- James Durante.
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