Mary

Up above my head
I hear the wind whipping
Here come them ghetto birds again
On every streetlamp
Cameras see you from a distance
Saw the light hittin' off the lens

And how we survive
Brothas still nickel and dime
Right underneath those lights
Tightrope walkin' they life
It seems the cameras don't work
When we in danger and hurt
Not a siren to be heard
Left for dead in the dirt

Mary
Don't you be ashamed to cry

Everywhere you looking
Another soul misguided
Thinking his pistol make him a man
Minimum wage ain't working
He want that fast money
Spend it as soon as it touch his hand

Why can't he see
He don't gotta try to be
The bullshit he hear on CD
Mockery of you and me
And I'll tell you what's worse
Heard it in so many a verse
This ghetto living like a curse
Can't even find the truth in the church