Street Diamond
Graffiti tags thrown on a diamond,
meant to resemble acid washed jean;
Perfect patches for a tattered queen;
Everyone knows she’s an urban queen
with that stony voice she tastes diamond;
This lady could model a rock jean;
A slow walk wearing everyday jean,
no one knows she’s their good girl queen;
Worshipped like a ten carat diamond;
Hidden street diamond a blue jean queen.
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