We're all a scene in mona's dream...

A paris street.

A quiet stream.

Far away from cabrini green.

Forgotten love at seventeen,

Where her children got a chance,

Not a dead end street.

Cause some got religion,

And some got drugs,

Some got money and,

Some got love,

All of her days in a dry-eyed haze,

Just another scene in mona's dream.