She don't come from riches,
but from love.
Better than anything from below or above.
Love is where, is here.
Difficult but without FEAR.
The random, the cure.
You know for sure,
Never a blur.
Together a community that has always stuck, looking out for one another, when down on your luck.
She knows how to be free and filled her cup.
Liquid and smoke....
The meeting of many blokes and folks, the telling of jokes.
She copes because of hope.
The rumbles through the streets, sometime woke you from your sleep.
She got your *** beat..gave you sore *** feet.
Danced and played for keeps.
Got her freak on beneath the sheets.
Waved good-bye and cryed.
Not by choice, but because of the loud voices of to much noise and big boy toys.
From an illiterate father, who made his living, was now being a bother.
Now she's grown six feet tall.
But hit a wall, turned around and there she is to show us all.
No where else has there ever been, not even close say most..
Missing her every once in a while.
It starts to itch.
I get this twitch.
Make a wish, blow her a kiss, oh my god baby you deserve so much more.
Never keeping score.
When I am right here, I am clean.
Feeling like a Queen
All once upon a dream.
Never leaves your side, no matter where you ride or try to hide.
You keep her with you all inside.
SHHHHHH........
Listen.....Did you hear?
*******...I grew up on rice street!
(Ladies and gentle men....I grew up on rice street)

When she was a young girl of eight.
She learned things that are of great debate.
She wished she could have escaped. But was taught much too late.
Was this her fate?
Her young life taking shape.
Already so much upon her plate.
Leaving  you to contemplate.
She licked you here.. she touched you where?
Shhh ...Don't say a word.
No worries she will never tell.
On and on.
Here and there.
It was something she loved well.
Nothing bad she thought.
But being afraid of getting caught.
Then it stopped.
Her young mind confused.
She just popped
At such a young age already just used.
Not seeing that it as abuse.
Blaming herself with no one to help her choose.
Who is to blame?
Should there be shame?
what did she lose...