Strange and tragic turns

She was born into the projects
Hands swelling on the lot fence
Blood welling from a fresh cut on her cheek
That she could not sense
 The last blood stopped dense on her lips
 from her mouth as she spit
 "bitch, you know I own you, you know you not shit"
No,
she know she means so much more
Her stance ain’t match her outfit
But it fits her like oh lord
Almighty
She's frightened while she's fighting
So when she jumps the links to freedom she sees them
Dying where she's guiding
She needs a hell of a sword
Knows in her heart of hearts
That one day some way
There are blessings in store
now just swing the blade
And learn your lessons galore
And know that after its wake
Are all the things you win for
Yea baby,
 they been yours