Feat. Toki Wright
Verse 1
Young love with her duffel bag on a midnight train
headed far from here, where city lights don’t drown stars
Where city parks don’t remind you of those scars
Findin’ mom and her lover sleeping under a praka they shared
Shared needles on the ground, left their carcasses their
Baby brother’s day care is being harnessed to a street pharmacist’s care
Chained to a chair, petting a German Shepherd’s hair
Yeah…he turned six last week
Birthday present was a funeral suit sittin’ front seat
Watching you weep as child services creeps
Promised him a loving home, school and healthcare
Freed from your burdens now your mind’s on St. Elsewhere
Where the grass is green, where the air is crisp
Where the people are kind, where they know what fairness is
No more embarrassment of being an heiress to this mess she inherited
Let the great world spin

Chorus
Snow globe with your dreams and hopes
Turn it upside down, shake it up, let it settle and then
Shake it again…and let the great world spin

Verse 2
Toki Wright
Possibilities endless, the sky is unlimited, limitless
Off to the wild world wilderness with a one way ticket
Cross the boulevard of broken dreams and burning bridges
And it won’t extinguish, witness to the world’s cruelty
And its beauty intertwined, either side live or die
Answering the great question why, reply was why not
She said she found everything that I lost
…like hope for a sense of purpose
found the world, gained a soul, it was only worth it
maybe on the surface we think we know a person
we pass judgements, I once slipped a hundreds
..but you never know the path, journey, road
that another goes finding their way home from the gray zone
she left a letter and escaped in the wind
it read, “let the great world spin.”

Verse 3
Young love with her duffle bag, washed up on the Sunset strip
Thinkin’ that it’s better here, on a gum speckled sidewalk
That gunmetal sheen of cool, life in high glass
Panhandling, Los Angeles mannequin
Got in with a crew of squatters the day she got here
Took a liking to this cat who said he liked girls with blond hair
Copped a bottle of bleach, got with his program
Sexing to a death metal song like it’s a slow jam
Love is grand, it’s four weeks in
Fast forward--four months, girl’s shrinking reed thin
Drinking binges, syringes, and her lover’s long gone
Pain tatted on her face with that Crystal Meth font
Squat to squat, cock to cock
Got nothing left to say unless you talk that gwop
Righteously proud of being an heiress to this mess she inherited
Sayin’, ‘let the great world spin.’