Evangela

ash trays on top columns gray placed on the porch

snatched day and night its like a torch in citgo ready to detonate

setting ablaze higher up it desecrates

our own souls caught thinking low thoughts jeopardizating

horizons addictions traded gambled fates colliding lost eyes blood shot

at twilight is realization then it dawns

running up and down the block, kids in foster homes

daughters all alone, raising mommas kids all on her own

momma at the lotto step father in her room

innocents taking from her way too soon she kept it inside

like a new born child, up in her room evangelique staring in the mural

waiting for some gems and marigold miracles not daisies pushed up

elbows slouched on the dresser bends pulls out a drawer head racing

then pulls out a cutter, no one saw her she wore long sleeves

shirts calm before the storm, covered comforters, muttering in her sleep

pack her clotjhes and store them in the bag urging purged to leave

 

around the back of the house she grasp the door

she grasp the door 2 year old brother he naps on the floor evangelique

she grasp the door hearing the pervert snore evangelique

she goes back picks up her curly locked haired brother

hurries up before the mother wakes up we got a runner

she wants to call the cops on her she aint a snitch though

she snatches her sister, before body snatchers get her through her window

initially was escaping to cousins for a week or so

finally called the police and d.c.f.

ignitions she drove out of that house picked up the key

feeling the doubt cuz they were taken to d.c.f.

like a thief did theft she felt guolty except commited

she knew they'd be better in a place in god's hands placed let the chipsd be

she looked in the mirror at her face zll i need is to deal with myself she said

depression wrist slittin distorted mirror stealing herself

one glance she wanted herself back then she said how could i lose she said

if i already have it then she rode along

only if she could see the queen each and everybody seen

 

its all a rush minors mining undermined

always typing and putting kinds in stereotypes forget how kind

all men are all men arent evangelique did the right thing then

perceptions begins to morph based on actions

of ignorant motherfuckers misjudging

she wearing broken 3-d glasses mistrustin

while viewing the world as an acid trip wishing it a movie

any minute she could flip where's her brother she misses him

debating with herself she should have kept'em

takem witjh her curly locks curvy mistaken for fat

mistakes arent facts wading in the lake not ashamed looks to see water

changing and waving she looks further

to say it distorts her and what deeper than t6hat is earth

she sees roots but is that her no the seed is the earth

and shes beautiful unique and roads are open ever changing evangelique is her name