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
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