When I was just a little girl, my momma used to tuck me into bed. She read me a story. It always was about a Princess in distress and how a guy would save her.
Livin' in a world. People try to be what they're not - but can't see the fantasy. Who's living a dream. It seems it's you. . We know whose real. Your life is just a game.
At age 13 turned fiend, dreamed nights M.C'ing. Reciting rapper's delight enticed by limelight. Ambitious visions of vinyl 12 inches. Since Yellowman was king Albino.
Since before my adolescence remembrance of you commence. Will never forget how you taught a scrub to catch and connect. With pitchin', we'd sit and watch the Mets and Yankees.
Born in sheep's blood plain and simple. Washed out of my mother's temple. All around I heard them laughing. As father sheep had stood there calving. .
He said show up wearing black or white. I looked at my clothes and it seemed. Ahhh, they were all black. They carried my clothes in coffins. You said yeah, put them in the closet.
When I was just a little girl. My mama used to tuck me into bed. And she'd read me a story. It always was about a princess in distress. And how a guy would save her.
Intro & break:. E-d-c#m-a7. E-d-c#m-a7. . E I left my cinder-d-ella at the c#m payphone, a7 with a pocket full of dimes. E I get the d feeling she's still re-c#m-searching, gonna a7 leave me behind.
Every soul comes to the sun. Carried on angel's wings to human bun birth. Born of love or born of hate. Each one is heaven sent to human fate. . Dream.