

The Other Side of the tracksThe Other Side of the TracksThe Other Side of the tracks
You ask where I’m from I point over there You don’t say it But I see the look on your face Says, “How’d you get out? Why’d you wanna leave?”
Didn’t wanna be the crack whore Living on food stamps Multiple babies Multiple daddies No love of my own No self-respect No heart of my own
How’d you get out? Why’d you wanna leave? Had to live Or let myself die Didn’t wanna be the drugged out zombie With no soul No home No heart of my own
Didn’t wanna live in a shack
-jeanie
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I came , I saw.. please return a visit? Thankies!
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