Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Raven Beaufonte. Doesn't sound like much does it, doesn't sound like there's anything special about her does it? Well, considering as that's my name, I'd have to say there's nothing special. Can't really claim to be God's gift to the streets of New York now can I?

Well, let's give you an inside view of Raven. We'll start with her family.

He threw me into a wall, blood already poured from my nose by then. I was shaking, and then the bitter metallic taste filled my mouth. I'd bit through my lip to stop myself from crying. You truly couldn't count the bruises.

Each mornin' I wake up I die a little; Can't barely stand on my feete
Take a look in the mirror and cry; Lord what you do to me

What can I say, Hunter sold me out from the minute I turned old enough to know what it was to be a whore. Maybe even before that. I guess that's where this shit started. You'd think that would be enough to break any person, sold by your only family. Nah, I'm made of something tougher than that. A lot tougher. Or so I'd like to believe.

I have spent all my years in believing you; I just cant get no relief
Lord somebody, somebody; Can anybody find me somebody to love?

What can I say, a girl can only take so much. After a few years of whorin' for free in the Bronx, I found myself on Medda's doorstep. Then of course, I meet the one and only, Spot Conlon. Bastards one out of two men who've ever gotten my trust, or who ever can.

Yeah, I'm typical. For a while, the sun revolved around him and still had time to shine outta his ass. I dunno where things went bad, but they did. Then little miss Jackal Turner shows up outta fuckin' nowhere. Spot goes back to bein' a friend, seein' as little miss Turner woulda tried to beat the livin' shit outta me. Heh, I coulda taken her.

I work hard every day of my life; I work til I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own

I got into the girl's business after we finally started getting along. I was a showgirl at Meddas, hell I still am. But yep, you guessed it, I fell back into a bad crowd, and a worse guy.

I get down on my knees and I start to pray
Til the tears run down from my eyes
Lord somebody, somebody; can anybody find me somebody to love

Coda Conlon, Spot's older drug-dealing brother. Held me up for a while, I stayed at his place. I thought things were goin alright, that the shit-life was over, and I was starting over new. I was wrong.

Go figure.

Everyday – I try and I try and I try; But everybody tries to put me down
They say I'm going crazy; They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense I got nobody left to believe

He walked in drunk off his ass. Normal night. I was laying down on the broken down piece of furniture that was the bunk. He grabbed me by the arm and threw me across the room. Apparently I look good flyin, as it happens a lot.

Lord somebody, somebody; can anybody find me somebody to love

I didn't walk away that time, it took dragging from Jackal and Spot to get me away from Coda. Doesn't stop him from 'dropping by' occasionally though.

Got no feel, I got no rhythm; I just keep losing my beat
I'm okay, I'm alright; Ain't gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell, someday I'm gonna be free

So you've found me here. In my dressing room. Yeah he just left. My eye is swelling shut. Doesn't matter. I thought I knew what I was doing. I got in over my head. I put a damp cloth over my eye, and let tears fall out of the other. Someones at my door. I look up in the reflection of the mirror.

"Jackey-boy?"

Lord find me somebody to love;
Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love

"Oh Ray…" He's holding onto me, and I hope he never lets go.