December 23, 2005

  • "Mother Mary" by James Durante

     
       
      




    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.