We’re all a scene in mona’s dream…
A paris street.
A quiet stream.
Far away from Cabrini green.
Forgotten love at seventeen,
Where her children got a chance,
Not a dead end street.
Cause some got religion,
And some got drugs,
Some got money and,
Some got love,
All of her days in a dry-eyed haze,
Just another scene in Mona’s dream.
