True Romance Skyzoo

This is a story
Of when the streets fall in love
Really fall in love, where your life depends on that love

For the average ghetto child, the yellow brick road is dim
The lights are blacked out and the chances are cut slim
The success rate never outweighs the opposite
Money, cash, hoes, is something we gotta get
Boys learn how to be men from getting caught up
And grown women can't find time to raise daughters
So this is what happens when a girl is left out
A future princess forced to the next route
Her name was Heaven, beautiful from day one
An angel on Earth if god ever made one
But she was born and raised in the pits of poverty
Cocaine deals, homicides and robberies
Daddy walked out on Heaven before preschool
Mommy wasn't around to show her what the streets do
She was finding out what a bottle of Hennessy does
And hated her daughter for being prettier than she was
Seemed like Heaven knew anything but that
The older she got, the more hell would come back
By the time she was approaching thirteen
She knew how to lick them lips and work jeans
Eighteen came and went, and so did high school
She paid the bills by fucking with the right dudes
But she wasn't known for ho'ing in the streets
Classy with hers, no ass, just hugs
Something like a female mac, full blown
Never fall in love with her, you know the code
But all that changed when her eyes were placed upon Marcus
Neighborhood hustler, heartless
Grew up the same way Heaven did
Parents was dead beats, so he felt heaven was heaven sent
Started off slow then it grew sky-high
Ladies and gents, meet the new Bonnie and Clyde