she whispered to the gravestone
“made me what I am today
coarse I did it the hard way
coarse I did
I had to run
to get away from mama
and the police
so I got caught in Stockton
and got pimped for a while
til I killed that bastard too
then I whored a while
and madammed about ten years
but I finally bought my way outa that
without having to kill nobody else
been livin’ clean, papa
got me some schoolin’
folks call me professor now
pay me for stories I heard
stories I lived
last night they give me
one of them fancy prizes
and I knew, papa, I knew
you’d want to know
I hope wherever you are
you’re hurtin’ more
than I ever did”
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