Black coffee
flake off your rough hands
hide out
sweeping pennies in to dust pans
I feel vulgar
I feel like I'm in heat when I'm terrified of walking down
my own street
I will holler and I will shake
but I could never retaliate
in a manner that would equate
your wrong with my hate
One of my sisters' thinks I'm self estranged
the other thinks I'm mean like a snake and I'll never change
I think its plain but could you blame me
living in this shitty stuck up city
Being pretty is infinite
but being angry is real important
and I will die before I'll give in
Run away, run away, you better run away