Je Ne M'en Souviens Pas

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