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.