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…