Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Josephine , by - Ghostface Killah. Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Josephine |
| God’s woman… what’s going on? |
| I know things seem messed up sometime |
| You stressed out and you can’t handle the situation |
| Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance |
| And you don’t know what to do… but stay strong |
| And keep in mind that he always loves you… |
| It’s what it is… that’s right sugar love |
| Come on… |
| Josephine, the times are getting tough |
| Seems to me… you just won’t get enough |
| The rain, won’t wash away, your sins… |
| You’ll be here, to do them all over again… |
| Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox |
| And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks |
| She’s awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco |
| She used to be thick, it’s like where the hell her ass go |
| Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe |
| Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn’t right |
| Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers |
| Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers |
| Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein |
| Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain |
| The monkey on her back is now a gorilla |
| Fiending for a hit knowing one day it’s gon' kill her |
| The clinic didn’t help (nope) she just another young black woman |
| Destroying her pretty image and her health |
| Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen? |
| I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching |
| She wakes up, with an urge to get high |
| Everyday, the same routine, needing a morning fix to get by |
| So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle |
| Tie a sock around her arm and start shooting up the diesel |
| Having flashbacks, screwing some dude up in his hatchback |
| The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack |
| A regular John, she met him through Tom |
| She passed out with the syringe still stuck in her arm |
| Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her damn mind |
| From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind |
| Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with AIDS |
| Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days |
| Now it’s too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around |
| With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases |
| Two months pregnant, carrying around her fetus |
| But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners |
| Josephine, what’s wrong, baby? |
| Come on… |
| Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl? |
| Her little baby’s all doped up, strung out on the world |
| Try’nna make some quick cash for a hit of that stash |
| Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast |
| Uh, this goes out to every project and every ghetto |
| For those getting high, using drugs on every level |
| Living your life, day and night, getting stoned |
| You better leave those drugs alone, feel me? |
| Up all night, under the party lights |
| Same old popping and party hopping |
| All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road |
| Leading you back to crack, it’s a known fact |
| It is time, that you need me, I’ll be there, to help ya |
| I’ll be your leaning pole when you’re falling down |
| I’ll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later) |