- Feb 13, 2003
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There's a sistah with her head lying on the ground...
having no shelter, no family, no clothes to call her own
except for the one shoe that reminds her of home, but
many walk pass her without taking a moment to question
the one shoe that is gone...
You overlook this sistah, but I stop to question to discover
Misses is a product of rape.
The night she left her dead mama's house from the whole
world she tried to escape.
From her house she made a right, went further down and made
a left at the light and from there a car rode up and snatched her
from the remorse that sent her on a traffic search...
She didn't find herself in a drughouse, but in the front room
of a rapist's shack;
With her mother's death on her mind, she didn't fight back.
She just screamed: "Rape me dammit..you're wasting my time!"
So, will you continue to be a passerby?
having no shelter, no family, no clothes to call her own
except for the one shoe that reminds her of home, but
many walk pass her without taking a moment to question
the one shoe that is gone...
You overlook this sistah, but I stop to question to discover
Misses is a product of rape.
The night she left her dead mama's house from the whole
world she tried to escape.
From her house she made a right, went further down and made
a left at the light and from there a car rode up and snatched her
from the remorse that sent her on a traffic search...
She didn't find herself in a drughouse, but in the front room
of a rapist's shack;
With her mother's death on her mind, she didn't fight back.
She just screamed: "Rape me dammit..you're wasting my time!"
So, will you continue to be a passerby?