Letra da Música John Quincy Archibald de Tangarine

My name is John Quincy Come gather 'round and hear.

I'll tell you a story and speak loud and clear.

The way began with my son, my best friend.

When his heart was reaching the end.



I worked in a factory to earn and amend.

But all that they'd payed me were a couple of cents

But these days your life depends on having a lot.

And thats what a black man ain’t got.



At the ‘hope memorial’ they treated my son.

But minutes became ours and on and on.

I said; put him on the list, but the docter said no!

There’s no place for the poor, so you gotta go.



Give a father no options and you leave him no choice.

John Quincy my name, I'll give you my voice.

Give a son no future and the push comes to shove.

While his heart speaks the lanquage of love.



Mamma what’s wrong, got a son got a son.

Well daddy ain’t done, got a gun got a gun.

Help my son, don’t you run don’t you run.

One shot and your heart lives on.

One shot and your heart lives on.



And the gamble became my only small hope.

So I took a room hostage, with some people in a row.

They feared me but soon they would understand the game.

Coz playing it hard was the only fast way



It was a matter of time for the cops to show up.

And I gave them my command, just one that I dropped.

I could die yes I knew, but I had one to loose.

My son, my friend, not my face in the news.



Mamma what’s wrong, got a son got a son.

Well daddy ain’t done, got a gun got a gun.

Help my son, don’t you run don’t you run.

One shot and your heart lives on.

One shot and your heart lives on.



Pappa said, child I’ll give you a heart.

If the people have one the’ll soon make a start.

But they didn’t shown tears, they just lived by the law.

Man, why don’t they break down the wall!



So I took the gun and the barrel in my mouth.

I will not hold my child and put him under the ground.

If the only option is me in my grave.

Well okay, but my son will be save.



Mamma what’s wrong, got a son got a son.

Well daddy ain’t done, got a gun got a gun.

Help my son, don’t you run don’t you run.

One shot and your heart lives on.

One shot and your heart lives on.



I pulled the trigger but the safety was still on.

One second later they saved my son.

They kept his life because of my crime.

My child kept his dreams and I kept mine.



Well all that was left, just a few years in jail.

But no suffer and nothing to kill.

Goodbye, so long, I’ll see you around.

My son, my friend, our hands our bound.



Mamma what’s wrong, got a son got a son.

Well daddy ain’t done, got a gun got a gun.

Help my son, don’t you run don’t you run.

One shot and your heart lives on.

One shot and your heart lives on.



© Tangarine