She Don't Know

Mean concrete got you walkin' to a place you know You gonn' meet your maker when he hands you dough Late night creature go a walkin' with her Head hung low All her features are a talkin' But'a she don't know She don't know... High heels clingin'on a pavement streets a glow Hips are swaggerin' and achin' to and fro She don't need no education When the streets are mean He done seen a revelation now In her jeans But she don't know... How easy it is to make a dollar When a man gonna give you his wages Just to make him scream and holler With a number left, left in the pages But she don't know...