Lyrics A Mother's Heart - MF Grimm

A Mother's Heart

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