My eyes drift my mind heavy with thought.
My hands gather around my eyes...

My Palace is your Shack,
and my social class is your untouchables...

My heart is black
burnt like coal...

You were charming and wonderful
Everything I always wanted in life...

Jack Hammers drilling on these NY streets
Through the wreckage and disaster area...

You tried to hold me back
you tried to make me crack...

In the mountains,
in a far away land...

As a little girl I would play in the woods,
I had my special tree...

If miles separate the truth
will truth always be listened to...

What's it like to bathe in a
Young women's blood...

When you’re my age and you look back
At all the little cuts you have upon your arm...

What would I do if I seen
you walking down the street...