Fighting Private Wars

Back in the day when I was too young to see
I played games, but I did not keep score
Some nights I was in shit knee deep
A few times I knocked on the devil's door.

On bad nights I drank myself to sleep
Because I didn't like myself any more
I slept around, meeting my share of creeps,
I was living on the edge, yet seeking more.

everyone knew me from around the way;
Some might even call me a whore.
I'm a lady so I was discreet and what I do or say,
Since I am not well known on the streets of Baltimore

I continued until that lifestyle bothered me
It began to eat me to the core;
I knew something's needed to be change or defeat.
I was fighting my own private war.

Bonita 071105