Queen of Serra Mesa

Queen of Serra Mesa

Bad enough i live on the streets

Now i got young punks looking to hunt me down

My life is not so good but its the only life i got

People look down on me some show me some love

Most look at me annoyed that they have to even see me

Go to the church to get warm and grab some food that they’re giving

Living in a leaking tent with a wet sleeping bag welcome to my house

I’m the Queen of Serra Mesa everyone knows me

Bad enough i sleep on the dirty street
Now to young punks I’m the prey that they hunt tonight

Broken bones and broken relationships somehow my kids still love me

They check in on me try to get me to come live with them

But this is the life i know even though its not so pretty

So i go back to church not to see Jesus but to get some lunch

I’m the Queen of San Diego I’m like a talking library

It’s getting late maybe a little past midnight

I’m trying to fall asleep in a drunken wet blanket

So the wolves are at my tent 19 years old with a pellet gun

He said he is going out Hobo Hunting

I guess I’m the Hobo that they chose to go to sleep

Pellets hit my head my face my torso my arms and legs

Someone picks me up gets me to the hospital

But it’s too late damage is done to the Queen of Serra Mesa

People lay flowers  and teddy bears where my tent stood in the rain