I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets.

I see ya waiting for the bus early in the morn', brick house with a face like Lena Horne.

We got to push to give, and one life to live.

They say I need to learn, but nobody's here to teach me. If they don't understand, how can they reach me?

I don't have to ask you where you've been, cause the matches in your purse say Holiday Inn.

I'm the ghetto Martha Stewart, the black Rachel Ray.

Took flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse. Put the girl asleep, then I went through her purse.