She's now been pushed past that pointHer taste for life has moved way past a jointShe likes that glass, action packedTurnt up with crystal meth, or give her that crack She's never been ugly, so there's work on her backLook...

  She ran away from me hiding in the cracks, in the crevices of the rock She had fears, yes she had fears, at that time my pain rolled non-stop Hiding and watching from a safe vantage point, from a...

She was the daughter of a mambo, who was also the daughter of a mambo She had been taught the twin gods of Petro and also of Congo Born with the gift, she could reach out and touch other's...