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🎵 “Tucson, 1975” True story about me and my sisters
November 14, 2025 at 12:11 PM
v5
(True story from Pima County foster care, 1975–1976
November 14, 2025)
[Intro – Spoken over minor synth pulse]
(Am → F → C → G, heartbeat kick drum)
Arizona, 1975.
Middle-class white family.
Dad lost the job.
They took the kids anyway.
[Verse 1 – The Van]
(Driving pop groove: Am → F → C → G, choir on the off-beat)
Middle-class white, Tucson sun, Dad lost the job,
Foster van rolled—three sisters, one sob.
Hard times split us, not crime, not sin,
Clean house, clean kids—still locked within.
No bruises, no drugs, just bills unpaid,
Pima County stamped: “Removal made.”
Social worker smiled, said “temporary care,”
But the devil was waiting—already there.
[Pre-Chorus – The Scream]
(Tension build: Half-time drums, rising synth)
Nine years old in the backyard dirt,
Hands where they shouldn’t—her voice burst.
“He’s touching me she told her oldest sis, which was me!” Then she ran inside,
Foster dad lied, and the system complied.
[Chorus – They Left Her]
(Explosive pop hook: F → C → G → Am, choir & claps)
They left her there, stamped “fantasy,”
Nine-year-old truth—too young to be free.
Pima said, “liar,” closed the file,
He stopped with her—took the next in a while.
My other sister next, same roof, same hell,
Thirteen, no yell—she just endured hell.
No cuffs, no court, just “keep the peace,”
Arizona dust hid the family’s crease.
[Verse 2 – The Yell]
(Stripped-back: Piano + vocal, then drums crash in)
Sixteen, almost seventeen, my turn came fast, separate
Foster dad’s home—cut off from my younger sisters, all alone.
His grip on my arm, breath hot with beer,
I screamed, “GET OFF!”—the walls could hear.
He froze, let go—afraid of the noise,
But the system? Silent. Protecting the boys.
No report, no call, no police that night,
Just “ship her to a group home away from her sisters”—out of sight.
[Bridge – The Truth They Buried]
(Spoken-sung over heartbeat kick, choir whispers “speak”)
White kids from a good home—should’ve been safe,
But poverty’s a crime when the state wants a waif.
No fingerprints, no checks, no red-flag list,
Just a man with a license—and a closed fist.
(Proverbs 31:8 – “Speak for the voiceless, plead their case”)
[Final Chorus – Still Rising]
(Full anthem: Modulate to Aâ™ major, gospel choir + synth horns)
They left her there, but I’m still here,
Voice from the desert—loud and clear.
Middle-class white, foster-care lie,
Took our bodies—but not our cry.
Sixteen, I yelled—broke the chain,
Sisters still carry the scar and the pain.
No justice then, but truth sings now,
Tucson, 1975—take a bow.
[Outro – Fade to Testimony]
(Solo vocal + distant children’s choir, tape echo)
Tucson… 1975…
Three sisters… one yell…
Your hand… never let go…
We speak—till the story’s told.
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