Mama ran the family grocery store
Ran a little card game through the pantry door
And every night as Papa snored
She would deal to the boys
He busted in the place around a quarter to two (The night came)
A freshly minted copper with something to prove
"This a bust, nobody move"
I held my mama as she cried
I just got carried away I couldn't help it
I try to get by all by myself
It didn't have to be this way
I got carried away
Worked my way up from the tenement beat
Finally made detective after years on the street
I could never forget the way she looked at me
A fire...