Why Me? - #chickasha #ninnekah #fayettevillenc

Tires roar on the concrete cracktop, Three in the morning on the clock. ‘78 Bonneville, my boat on wheels, Side bad streets have certain appeals. South West 23rd’s neon glow, Con-na-co store shadows move slow. Latina with a smile like a blade, I was sixteen and should have stayed. She knew I saw what I shouldn’t see, Street Walker’s shame, gasoline on me. October ‘86, did I cross a line? Looking was a horrible crime? Ten year later in my nine-to-five, Same stabbing smile in her eyes— Why me? Years roll by, I clock in late, There she is at the Toll Gate. She is here for revenge To throw acid in my face, A Street Walker from Con-na-co, That will follow me all my days. She knew I’d run but never hide, Should I have offered her a ride? October ‘86, did I cross a line? Was it such a horrible crime? Ten year later in my nine-to-five, Same smile and a knife in her eyes— Why me? Was I the mirror she couldn’t break, A kid who remembers her mistake. Got me where she wants me to be— Pinned like a moth in her history. Square headlights and past won’t park, ‘78 Bonneville at 3am left its mark. South West 23rd, I still see her face— A ghost from the Con-na-co In the Booth next to me, That crazy smile won’t let me be! Why me? © ChickAIMusic 2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED