A Mother's Heart - MF Grimm

Don’t you worry about it

There’s no need for doubt

This is a tale about the mother of a dummy

Moving weight on consignment, then stole the money

He bounced on ‘em, quarter mill, living scot-free

He’s gonna set it up then send for his family

He was wrong.

Information?

Got it all.

Have

Gun, will travel, so they made a house call

Kicked in the door, waving the four-four

Pops tried to stop it, and they blew him to the floor

Put another in his chest, in his face one more

His wife screamed (Oh Lord, no, no, no)

(No, no, no) It broke his mother’s heart

A little too old, not fast enough to run

Grabbed her by her hair, then they beat her with a gun

No remorse whatsoever—to them, this shit was fun

Punched her in her mouth and said, «Bitch, where’s your son?

Tell us what we want to know, I promise we’ll be done»

They cut her in her face and then said, «Bitch, where’s your son?

We don’t get him, you’re gonna pay for what he did»

Checked all the rooms just in case the nigga hid

Went in the closet, found his wife and his kids

«Oh, look here» (Oh Lord, no, no, no)

(No, no, no) It broke his mother’s heart

Insult to injury, terrible scenario

Tied up his wife with a wire from the stereo

Ripped off her clothes, they all had their way with her

Took the gun, then they did away with her

Baby was a few months, the oldest five and

Started crying.

They didn’t even care, man

They asked him if he knew where his daddy’s at

So scared, the little kid couldn’t talk back

They caught a little wreck, snapped the kid’s neck

(Oh Lord, no, no, no)

(No, no, no) It broke his mother’s heart

Motherfuckers are crazy, next stabbed the baby

(Oh Lord, no, no, no)

(No, no, no) It broke his mother’s heart

It’s a bad feeling in your house with total strangers

And they rearrange it, turn it to a torture chamber

Can’t identify the face covered like a Power Ranger

Fucking with their money put his family in danger

Everybody in the house is dead except her now

Lighter fluid and a match, her face is getting burned now

They won’t kill her yet—that would be too easy

Chopped off her pinky finger, she started screaming

In shock, got worse, saw she was bleeding

Kicked her in the mouth, broke ‘em all, she was teething

Stabbed with an icepick, having trouble breathing

She said, «Lord save me.

When these niggas leaving?»

She saw a white light as the room got dark

(Oh Lord, no, no, no)

(No, no, no) They cut out his mother’s heart