John Trudell Baby Dolls Blues
In a cosmos of temptations leanings
All that went down had many meanings
She saw some light
Hidden behind the dark
In rivers of loneliness
Anger left its mark
Many of life's chapters
Written by wrong doing men
Gambling to win
Her desperation hot to lose again
A woman holds
Remnants of girl child's goals
Wandering through dimensions
Of wandering souls
Much more pain than glory
As her story unfolds
The reality is
The illusion keeps playing roles
Late night sleeping dreams
Still coming back
A mind with the blues
Wearing mourning black
Baby doll's blues
A girl now all grown up
The golden chalice turns to a
Teflon cup
Play house dreams
Devoured by living scenes
Everything's something with nothing
As it seems
Gnawing pain
Aching from long time hurt
Suppression memory
Reflections self worth
There's a noisy closet
Behind a locked door
Filled with a past
That can't take anymore
Reaching for the key
To let her run free
Life beyond the image
See another reality
In love with a man so slow to learn
Standing her ground
No more cheeks to turn
Cages were built by what's been done
This sister a prisoner
Living under the gun
Standing accused she cries
That's not me
I'm a real person why why won't you see
Baby doll's blues
A girl now all grown up
The golden chalice turns to a
Teflon cup
Play house dreams
Devoured by living scenes
Everything's something with nothing
As it seems
Needing the peace she's searching for
Worn down from those days at war
With private truths she wants to tell
But she doesn't want to be put through hell
When she finds a love that can understand
She'' be free having found a promised land
