High as the waters rise,
It brings tears to my eyes.
But only thing I had to remember
Was to survive
And help families stay alive.
If you read my story of how I survived,
You know I left New Orleans’ jive
And in DC I arrived,
Where selling Street Sense
Has given me drive.
For this, to my dear family of customers,
I give a high five!
But what really hurt most, so deep I could cry,
Is that I seen Miss Mary and her grandchildren die.
