Emma Four

Crack is my baby, I accept her burnt cheer, it brings me the cradle, a city of stones, down avenues of tears, misery wears different clothes, love is my trade, handled without fear, a good girl these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing's too dear, except how I flow, who needs the shame, we have all the gear, I'm part of the fame, never a sideshow, let's make it clear, the past is well known, what is arranged, not allowed to come near, a cry that won't echo, in turbulent years.