She
moves like wind holdin' her hostage
Sway
in her hips got
"Prospect street corner" written all over them
And she knows she fine.
Rain comes down
baptizes her back pack
Make her want to Holy-Ghost-pray cuz
She is IN NEED of God.
But God;
She thinks
Can't love her.
Doesn't know her.
She
Doesn't know her.
She moves like the wind holdin' her hostage.
And
it
is.