| God’s woman… what’s going on?
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| I know things seem messed up sometime
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| You stressed out and you can’t handle the situation
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| Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance
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| And you don’t know what to do… but stay strong
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| And keep in mind that he always loves you…
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| It’s what it is… that’s right sugar love
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| Come on…
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| Josephine, the times are getting tough
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| Seems to me… you just won’t get enough
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| The rain, won’t wash away, your sins…
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| You’ll be here, to do them all over again…
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| Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox
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| And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks
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| She’s awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco
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| She used to be thick, it’s like where the hell her ass go
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| Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe
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| Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn’t right
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| Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers
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| Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers
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| Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein
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| Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain
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| The monkey on her back is now a gorilla
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| Fiending for a hit knowing one day it’s gon' kill her
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| The clinic didn’t help (nope) she just another young black woman
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| Destroying her pretty image and her health
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| Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen?
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| I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching
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| She wakes up, with an urge to get high
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| Everyday, the same routine, needing a morning fix to get by
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| So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle
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| Tie a sock around her arm and start shooting up the diesel
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| Having flashbacks, screwing some dude up in his hatchback
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| The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack
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| A regular John, she met him through Tom
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| She passed out with the syringe still stuck in her arm
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| Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her damn mind
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| From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
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| Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with AIDS
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| Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days
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| Now it’s too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around
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| With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases
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| Two months pregnant, carrying around her fetus
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| But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners
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| Josephine, what’s wrong, baby?
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| Come on…
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| Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl?
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| Her little baby’s all doped up, strung out on the world
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| Try’nna make some quick cash for a hit of that stash
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| Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast
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| Uh, this goes out to every project and every ghetto
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| For those getting high, using drugs on every level
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| Living your life, day and night, getting stoned
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| You better leave those drugs alone, feel me?
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| Up all night, under the party lights
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| Same old popping and party hopping
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| All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road
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| Leading you back to crack, it’s a known fact
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| It is time, that you need me, I’ll be there, to help ya
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| I’ll be your leaning pole when you’re falling down
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| I’ll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Josephine, artist - Hi-Tek. Album song Hi-teknology - Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп