It was a true friend, who gave me his bed,
on the floor he rested his tired head.
It was a true friend, who bought me a bread,
so I didn't have to go hungry.
It was a true friend, which said,
with you, I share everything I have.
I give from my heart, because I live the same way,
with no one to ask for, and nowhere to stay.
Just listening to that voice inside,
with nothing to lose and nothing to hide.
It was a true friend, who bought me a pair of shoes,
a true friend, for me to give up his so much-needed booze.
So I didn´t had to walk barefoot,
on my street gravel good mood.
It was a true friend who invited me in,
invited me to stay with him and see what life would bring.
Street Fighters, was our favorite name,
like a big family, all together in the same game.
The queen of the beach that´s what you are,
our princess of the street, so wide so far.
All parts of Self, living deep in the Heart,
the mirrors of life, don´t keep them apart.
Give them all your Love, they work so hard.
Rasta Lady
