Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Fado, artist - The Procussions. Album song 5 Sparrows for 2 Cents, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.05.2006
Record label: The Procussions
Song language: English
American Fado |
It’s forty dollars with a condom, sixty dollars without |
She’s fifteen and on the streets, a harlot living out |
The story of the homeless, somehow she feels it’s safer |
Then to go back to where home is and the man that use to rape her |
Only now it’s paid for, she just got to wait for |
Her high to set in, her vitamin to go a day more |
Wishing she could say more, but she don’t know who to trust |
We know her story she don’t know none of us |
Plus all the lawyers and the doctors she know got no respect for her |
Why would they stop her when they paying to have sex with her? |
And everyday she’s left with a bruise to remind her |
She lost in a world where ain’t nobody trying to find her |
It’s the effect of the brainwash to reject and blame for |
The pain she injects it keeps infecting the same sore |
Around this time is when I came to the door |
Hoping we would be the same as before |
But I was dead wrong |
I knocked and saw the lock was gone and when I peaked through it |
My heart broke I stood frozen in its leaked fluid |
Waiting to thaw out, contemplating who to call out |
Cause she’s lying on the floor lifeless |
And ain’t no time to think twice cause the nature of time is |
To leave you out of breath while you stuck waiting for sirens |
And luck is hard to find when you a block from the hospital |
And everyone your asking for help reacts hostile |
She’s hardly breathing her arteries are bleeding |
I hate to break your party, but somebody find a reason |
Shut up and grab her feet please, I’m asking for help |
The blood escaping her arms described exactly how I felt |
This is a story of a girl who never knew her mother |
Before she goes I hope she knows that someone truly loves her |
And it’s that love that got me starring at her heartbeat |
The last man to hold her hand before her heart sleeps |
I remember when I first met her |
I was the only one who fed her instead of giving her change |
Never given her name she held it secret from our conversations |
It’s all I have of my moms and so I keep it sacred |
Is what she said to me in a poem she read to me |
She was only thirteen then but wrote incredibly |
Regrettably that’d be the last time we talked |
On our path to being friends we walked fast but it was cut short |
You know the cliché, a day late plus a buck short |
And with demons to pay you know she must work |
I never knew how to help her but in my heart I felt her |
For a year and a half I was praying shed find shelter |
Then I heard about this dealer and the cards that he had dealt her |
The apartment where he held her and how he started to sell her |
Now what can I tell her when she’s frigid and cold |
My tears fell on the bridge of her nose and mixed with the life leaving |
I tried to fight the bleeding and give her another reason |
She should open her eyes |
But why should she hope for a guy she barely knew |
To carry her through the door way of the ICU? |
And yet it happened and I’ll never forget that lady |
Who screamed «doctor I think that mans holding your baby!» |
I thought the nurse was crazy 'til she entered in |
And fell to the floor as her reality has emptied him |
She’s been with many men but never new the love of one |
And now I’m starring towards the floor at one of them |
Who turns and asks me how I knew his daughter |
All I knew was she was thirsty so I gave her water |
And when I lived and breathed |
And in those moments of nothing and everything |
I wanted to know there was something more than this |
Something so much more than this |
But the emptiness inside was bigger |
Than the hope could ever be |
I was a girl free to play at wonderland |
Was safe enough to pray about something |
Besides how to spend the day or how to let go of the night |
But the monsters came and the darkness fell |
And there where no more prayers |
So tired out and burned out, can’t seem to get out of this hole |
Would like to sleep for hours and hours |
Just a moment of peace |
Please I’m begging for just one moment |
I feel like I’ve seen you before |
I’ve seen your face and known your hand |
Was it you who carried me here? |
You don’t know even my name |
The look in your eyes, the way you hold my hand |
A tenderness like I have never known |
In these last moments of life |
These last moments of holding on and letting go |
I see that it’s the end of it all |
But also the beginning |
And that somehow I have known grace |