There’s a woman I knew,
Who sat on the corner of the street.
Though I was the middle of December
She had nothing on her feet.

The people there they judged her.
They laughed and called her names.
Not knowing her story,
They treat her like a game.

Her house burned down last year.
And she watched with her own eyes,
The fire fighters that held her back,
Could not save the girl inside.

For the past year shed been standing,
No sitting on the corner of that street.
Right there on Boulevard,
Where JustWay and Drummings meet.

No one asked her about her past.
They jumped to conclusions and stared.
They thought the drugs and alcohol,
Were the reasons she lost all her hair.

One day the woman died,
Died peacefully in her sleep.
One a cold December night
With nothing on her feet.