Lil Sista (Wings of Mercy)

She was 9 years old (at least that's what I’m told)

had no place to stay

and though I’m not some counselor

She needed a home, at least for tonight

a place for her head to lay

crossed the threshold of the door

As she muffled her cries

fear dimmed her bright eyes

with vision sharpened by the pain

dark secrets were stealing/tearing away anyway place that she thought that she could hide

Resolved, she hung her head in shame...

and she said...

If u cum real quick and I don’t get sick when you push me off a seat

If I tilt my neck and give you sex then you won’t beat on me?

If I take the time to blow your mind you won’t beat me til I blister (and as she undresses)

Little sister oh lil sista... that’s not what I’m about...

How can life be so demanding?

Please excuse my words if they start to slur

Hey barkeep am I still standing?

Will another drink make it all a blur?

(and she confesses)

How they beat her in the snow

(and she professes) that it must be love and facts she tries to find

for whom the bell tolls, as spirits are sold

(and she obesses)

clothes-pinned rags of thoughts like tattered wings flutter (shatter) in my mind and I can’t drift away

On the wings of mercy I got no place to stay On the wings of mercy I just can’t fly away.

On the wings of mercy there no place I can find On the wings of mercy... On the wings of mercy...

If I clean the room can I assume that I can stay for free?

When you turn me out I won’t scream or shout or cry even when I bleed

should I shut the door so when I hit the floor no one else can see me Mista?

Lil Sista... lil’ sista that’ not what I’m about

If you make me dare I’ll take you there and you can count on me

u can pull my hair and I will swear to utmost secrecy

the size of your face when I float in place it won’t scare me mista

Lil Sista... lil’ sista that’ not what I’m about

I met a girl with her own share of problems.... but I’m not some counselor