street fighting girls
Many women go there, less return
beaming or alive.
Fighting you off, not groovy
but a frightened hand jive.
and the beautiful She looks to the mirror blind
and self perception is just so unkind.
And my same sister in the 'hood. just self serves
and slaps me down,
The boy trained whore on the block
Who gives you each knock she ever got.
She's limped home time and again
but willingly will make me lame?
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