She would constantly give up just to get our pity
and she would beg for money in this rich city.
She would ask to work for food
wearing cloths that we're crude.
She drove home an M r 2
but those were secrets no one knew.
She would leave a beggars life in times square
and she would wear a deadlocked wig over her hair.
She would go home and check her machine
and wash herself off and get clean.
She would just sit around and waste her time there
while she would beg for money in times square.
She would watch the lovers and envy them so
Since she couldn't find love no matter where'd she go.
She would cry under bridge about all the time lost
and she lived a lifestyle denounced of the cost.
She would openly confess to being drain bramaged
and she would claim to be in the middle of a famage.
She would cry for the passerby
and go home and get high.
She would beg for my change
now isn't that strange?
She confessed to me that it was to see the world pass by
and still be able to go home and get high...
Once I saw her in her alternate lifestyle
I could see that sparkling hidden smile...
I could see how conversation make her soul flare
and how she came down to not giving a care...
She would just spend her time sharing some knowledge
about things that you'd never learn in college...
She would confess about sins she'd have to commit
and how we all have to deal with the everyday bullshit...
She would beg forgiveness if she cursed you wrong
and after her I write this very song...
She passed on a while back
while smoking on a block of smack...

So before you think your all fine and dandy
Take a look at what you consider candy...

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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