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