That Bitch Called Life

Yes, she was a bitch, a bitch that didn't take no shit! Whether you were a pussy or a dick. She wouldn't coward from anyone no matter the place and time. She would hit the streets, and put her nose to the grind, she was a bitch the kind I loved, and none of my other bitches could match her street witticism when she preyed on the weak. We use to have a bitch of a time, matching minds, on the grind for stacks of green called, that American Dream! That Bitch made lives with an unquestionable drive, and always unfolded shit that's always unseen by the neglectful minds and eyes.