The Streets

I was thrown to the streets          
for being a momma          
at the age of fifteen.          
         
Not street wise by any means          
over protected          
by parents who thought this was wisdom.          
         
The first year I moved twenty five times          
it was always the same          
house slave or some man's play thing.          
         
Staying in homeless shelters          
I met people long on the streets          
I was intrigued.          
         
For the first time free          
from the wrath of my father          
I wanted to get lost in the land of the forgotten.          
         
Smoking pcp was my first intoduction          
to the bliss of the numb          
I could finally forget the shame          
my parents said I had become.          
         
Sleeping all day          
running the streets at night          
cruising with the cholos and cholas, I was having fun          
I finally had a family that accepted me          
getting high and fucking who ever I chose indiscriminately .          
         
The pain that stuck          
no one wanted to stay around for long          
they were young and didn't need a girl with a baby          
that's when I first met Jimmy          
still reeling from the pain          
I felt at the rejection of my family.          
         
He talked of soul mates and mojo          
A Native American          
I loved him from day one.          
         
He introduced me to banana splits and heroin          
in his arms I finally felt peace          
he was a warrior, street wise          
he kept the wolves from me.          
         
He taught me the art of short changing          
buying fast food          
and then saying they gave him the wrong change          
the food would pile up          
Jimmy would pull over and feed the homeless.          
         
We lived from motel to motel          
ripping and running          
soon Jimmy and I had started doing burglaries         
to feed our hungry habit          
after awhile the cops were looking for us          
we had become notorious.          
         
At the end of the day          
we would slam our dope          
knowing our time was growing short.          
         
When the detectives caught up with us          
Jimmy took all the blame          
and was put on the news for being infamous.          
         
Thirteen years was his sentence          
he's still in prison to this day          
he keeps getting new beefs          
because he is a fighter          
and never does what the cops say.          
         
I owe him my freedom for taking the blame          
i'm clean now, while Jimmy remains in chains          
I wish for him to get out some day          
and be free from prison and drugs      
I owe him my life though he introduced me to heroin      
he kept me alive when I just wanted to die.