I attract Jezebel

I attract Jezebel

I attract Jezebel
Like a magnet to Sorrow
While still poor and without a shirt to borrow

I attract Jezebel
And when I met her she told me
I was the one she seeks
And when I let her speak, she just wanted to hold me

Belle like the Mary Magdalene of Harlem

Seeing Mary across a Hundred and Tenth Street,
with pimps trying to catch a woman that’s weak

Sweet Jezebel washing my feet with her tears and drying them with her hair
She as been clean for only a week
I am still lovesick it made me weak and I knew this feeling only too well
I am a man who has seen Hell
I welcome Jezebel, still walking a fine line that would have her kill in the streets
I want to stop her from crying
I want her to dream of life and not the dying
I with even one miracle if it was to heal, I welcome Jezebel
With all her scars as she comes to me
Avoiding dying just crossing the street
Avoiding the cars full of wolfs crying
across a Hundred and Tenth Street,
pimps trying to catch a woman that’s weak
seeing the pain of Mary Magdalene knocks me off my feet
I attract you Jezebel, for I am a magnet to much sorrow
And when you arrive
I can’t hate you for doing what it takes to survive
Still you have a choice now Jezebel
Still you have a voice now Jezebel

Across a Hundred and Tenth Street
I attract Jezebel
Like a magnet to Sorrow
While still poor and without a shirt to borrow