heart on pavement
They got my brother bleedin’ on the cold concrete, Another young king lost to these mean streets. Mama on her knees, screamin’ at the sky, Askin’ God why her baby had to die. He was just a kid with dreams bigger than the block, But the game pulled him in and it never let him stop. Red rag in his pocket, pride in his veins, Now his blood paint the pavement in the pourin’ rain. Prostitutes on the corner, eyes tired and cold, Seen too many bodies, stories never get told. They watched him grow up, now they watchin’ him fall, Just another statistic, another name on the wall. The ghetto keeps eatin’ its own, spittin’ out pain, Generations of trauma runnin’ through these veins. He had a smile like sunshine, heart full of gold, But in these streets, even good hearts get sold. Rest in peace to the soldiers who never made it home, We pour out the liquor, light candles, stay strong. One day we’ll break these chains, one day we’ll rise, Till then we remember the ones who lost their lives.
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They got my brother bleedin’ on the cold concrete, Another young king lost to these mean streets. Mama on her knees, screamin’ at the sky, Askin’ God why her baby had to die. He was just a kid with dreams bigger than the block, But the game pulled him in and it never let him stop. Red rag in his pocket, pride in his veins, Now his blood paint the pavement in the pourin’ rain. Prostitutes on the corner, eyes tired and cold, Seen too many bodies, stories never get told. They watched him grow up, now they watchin’ him fall, Just another statistic, another name on the wall. The ghetto keeps eatin’ its own, spittin’ out pain, Generations of trauma runnin’ through these veins. He had a smile like sunshine, heart full of gold, But in these streets, even good hearts get sold. Rest in peace to the soldiers who never made it home, We pour out the liquor, light candles, stay strong. One day we’ll break these chains, one day we’ll rise, Till then we remember the ones who lost their lives.