She says, "I've got something to say" She knows, that what she says will change everything She's laid, through too many sleepless nights She's cryin', she's cryin', she's cryin'
Mother, that man took my soul away Father, how could you ever treat me this way? Brother, don't ever let him do this again This time it's over I'm gonna make it end
Now it's over and the old man is dead Lyin' on the ground, bullet in his head
She stood, at the foot of the guilty bed last night She held, what would set her free for the rest of her life She did, all that she said, that she'd planned to do She's through, she's through, she's through, yeah
Mother, that man took my soul away Father, how could you ever treat me this way? Brother, don't ever let him do this again This time it's over I'm gonna make it end
Now it's over and the old man is dead Lyin' on the ground, bullet in his head
There's a bullet in your head I kept fallin' down, look who's fallin' now I kept cryin' out, look who's cryin' now I kept fallin' down, look who's fallin' down On me, on me, on me, on me
"now it's over", this is what she said He's lyin' on the ground Bullet in his head
Compositor: Winston Foster (Yellowman) ECAD: Obra #17012683