Concrete Blood


If pain reaches her seed, a mother's heart will always bleed
Although they know it's their dear angel doing the evil deed


He’s always out hustling, playing out all tricks up his sleeve
But she refused to believe what eyes could clearly perceive
Pretending he does what he can to be an independent man
Yet when shit suddenly hit the fan was where trouble began
Just as they were about to get lost in a dreamless slumber
Shots were fired at their home, she even forgot the number
She rapidly ran to his room to find the truth behind his lies
But all she remembers seeing was caged rage in his eyes
Ready for a raw revenge as he ferociously pumped his fist
Yelling uncontrollably he regretted all jerks he had missed
She followed after her son in a true lunatic craze to fatality
What happened then is caught up in vague maze of reality
As her horrified heart was racing, she’d tried to trace him
But suddenly stopped the chasing, drama she was facing
There he lay, in style and grace, his death never to erase
Tears streaming down her pale face, craving his embrace


In midst of a heat, she saw those hard facts of the street
Blood slowly flowing between the cracks in hot concrete