Mary Songtext
von Soulive

Up above my head,
I hear the wind whippin′,
Here come them ghetto birds again,
On every street lamp,
Cameras see you from a distance,
So the light hit the note to live,

And now we survive,
But it's still nickle-and-dime,
Quite underneath those lights,
Tight-rope walking their life,

You see, the cameras don′t work
When we in danger and hurt,
Not a siren can be heard,
Look 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 workin′,
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,
To push any hero CD?
Mother rear-viewin′ me,

And I'll tell you what′s worse,
Hurtin' lucavidia? a verse,
Ghetto-livin′ like a curse,
Can't even find truth in the church,

Mary, don't you be ashamed to cry,
Mary, don′t you be ashamed to cry,

And now we survive,
But it′s still nickle-and-dime,
Quite underneath those lights,
Tight-rope walking their life,

You see, the cameras don't work
When we in danger and hurt,
Not a siren can be heard,
Look for dead in the dirt,


Mary, don′t you be ashamed to cry,
Mary, don't you be ashamed to cry,
Oh, mother Mary, don′t you be ashamed to cry,
Don't you be ashamed to cry,
Mary, don′t you be ashamed to cry.