Salley, the Alley, and the Shoe

The shoe lays alone resting from its last walk Beside the body outlined by chalk This shoe had a nice life with Salley But somehow she and it ended up laying in blood in the alley Come along with me on Salley's journey And see how she lived because she's owed a little bit of sympathy She done some wrong And dragged the shoe along But she also done right Which always gave her hope that she'll finally make it and see the light She was a runaway 'Cause at home, she was taken advantage of in each and every way She turned to the streets looking for love Not knowing what they were made of She made money the best way she could Her motto: if she could, she would Things took a drastic turn And then was when she learned Experience taught her That she could do better She wanted to get out but got herself into something she couldn't escape She couldn't get the money and ended up getting raped That's how she ended up here, dead, in the alley All because she owed a pimp some money