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Ghetto Cinderella by Jessica Holter and Femi Andrades (Oakland)

Ghetto Cinderella
(Lyrics)

Once upon the ghetto
A sharp dressing
Promise-making
Fast-talking,
Street walking,
Night-crawling
Negro rested

Suspended by
The short stretch of time
Between schemes
and big-money dreams
On the throne of my mind

His cash was long
His game was strong
His hustle was on
I couldn't go wrong
I'm a Ghetto Cinderella
And this is my song

Give you to me, little girl
I will change your
Ghetto world
From rags to riches
Drop all my bitches
Dressed so fine
His words spilled like wine
I knew he was mine
Came down on him like
Hot sunshine

I did give
and Passion did live,
If only for a little while

This ghetto femme fatale
Would walk a country mile
To wear the Gucci style
for my mirror did behold
Fine jewelry,
expensive clothes
While caught in my folds
the cash did roll

How could it be?
I didn't see
My King,
become pimp
buying pieces of my soul?

I'm a Ghetto Cinderella,
my soul was all I owned

Intoxicated by his words
It was absurd
I couldn't have heard
My own
Sweet Mother's call
'Listen young queen as
Ancestral hands fall
The beat of the drum
grows tall!

Dance with the Lord
between heaven's walls,
Man can't give you it all! '

Telling how brothers ball,
how they make cash roll

that game is sold...

Not told.

In time Passion fleeted
and I was greeted
by Greed's unchanging hand

No one could understand
My erotic plan
To use sunshine pussy,
to help my man

Stress was mounting
when cash was in drought
But I wasn't doubting
just sat there pouting
when he brought a new queen
To our throne

'We can't do it alone,
the money is wrong
and your sunshine stuff ain't enough! '
Ass so soft,
he called her Puff

She and I worked the same track

But times remained tough
So, he got rough
When I resisted
His hands were fisted
Crushing my face and
my Spirit with it

I'm a Ghetto Cinderella
and I just gotta tell you, I
got no more soul left to sell

Don't know how I missed it,
that snake in his eyes

Guess I was hypnotized
Surprised by my demise
raining down
I was...
a clown

Dressed for this occasion
with designer persuasion

In a bad situation...

No room left for sorrow
Oh, mamma! I'm gonna,
Die tomorrow

Could you
save this sex slave
A small grave
next to yours so we can again
Dance
Dance
Dance

Dance with me Momma

To the driven beat
of drums in a
Ghetto Heaven
Ghetto Heaven
Ghetto Heaven

by Jessica Holter
as it appears in the book Verbal Penetration, Page 167