Originally Posted by Bounce
on dart-boards over-used, tracks of which tell a dark tale or two
Smack down, syringe plunged deep in mainlines, numb veins
pump candy for strained minds, on back-drops of stained lives
heated spoons & cotton balls, cop a squat & watch'em crawl
in a funk so thick, because filth covered pores prolong the next fix
so she swims in white water rapids despite the white collar tactics
deployed & fixed by the system, she pours her soul onto plastic
to blast hits, the type to tops charts & celebrate w/ new pricks
not to imply she's promiscuous, but this seed's of another tip
shooting juice to blow into another trip, a new haze in a daze
gone by, un phased by her ways played in another jazz club dive
alive, pouring soul into a metal box, smoke wafts thru dim light
as pianos play soft, off to stage right, she's only a silhouette
in a sea of cigarettes & candle light, like velvet wings in flight
her voice soars high over soothing waves on moonlit nights
she sings of sorrows seen in life & scenes of tearful things alike