The Gift

Little girl lover/mother on the street, she said she gotta get out she said she gotta be free
He said will you run away with me, little girl

You're my heart my soul, my friend 'till the end
I've got a gift, a gift so fine when my mom was a kid she didn't have a dime
They stole her little soul, she didn't even cry, her ma' hit her so hard, she didn't even hide

They didn't give a damn, she did not give a damn, they didn't give a damn

I've got a gift, a gift so rare, when my mom was a girl, he didn't even care
Locked her up tight, threw away the door key, memory of his back, hypocrisy