| She was a smart girl but never came to finish
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| Her school Disobeying what she used to call
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| The sinister rules The minister knew, they
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| Grew one special bondage
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| An overly calm kid but haunted!
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| 13 and good her belly started to bust, cold crush
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| No one to trust, that’s why she kept it on the hush…
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| Yo, six months passed: robbed off her smile
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| She had to go down south to give birth to a child
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| We lost touch, one day coming back from tour
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| Everybody bugging, guess who just move next door
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| Saw her frame buying pampers at the grocery-store
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| Try to front like she really don’t know me no more
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| Played it off no sweat god forgive why try
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| Every now and then, a hi and bye bye
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| My man Pete, always see her twisted in clubs
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| Shaking them thangs for Chris', only kick it with thugs
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| Who would really be surprised if she dipped into drugs
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| The word got around that she be pimping her love
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| Simply because, that’s what her misery does
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| Constantly trying to find a way to bigger her buzz
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| Few months ago, she met this big-time baller
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| That’s when the real shit started off.
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| All I’ve known is pain and sorrow in my life
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| Please don’t let me cry
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| Today I’ve learned to love tomorrows of my life
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| Please don’t let me cry
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| And all the things that I’ve been through
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| Just kept my pride and I stayed true
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| Please don’t let me cry, please don’t let me cry
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| Killer was well known for slinging bricks of cocaine
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| Two gambling spots, pushing tricks with code-names
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| The type with gold chains, a bully with bad taste
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| A mad face, quick to get your ass laced…
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| Deep in her heart she needed a father figure
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| Blind to the fact what’s got her problems triggered
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| Seeking reflections in bottles of Hennessy
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| Re-evaluating her sorrows and tendencies
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| Neglecting her own on the phone smoking bones
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| What’s all that noise coming out of her broken home?
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| Domestic violation, pain isolation
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| You won’t find no answers being patient
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| Writing predicaments for whole generations
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| It’s not a battle, (what?) annihilation! |