Life
Her Skin Was Smooth As A Rose
Horrid Sight As You Seen Her Toes
But A Beautiful Woman She Was
She Was A Crip Gang Banging
Always Screaming Out "Say Cuz"
With Skin Tone As Deep As Caramel
Which Mesmerized The Soul Of Every Male
She Was A Low Life Trap Queen
Finessing All The Crackheads At Every Scene
Diagnosed With Skin Cancer
She Still Went And Supported The Dancers
She Had The Style Of Aaliyah
Queen Was Fresh You Should Of Seen Her
Her Name Was Melanie
She Had 8 Felonies
She Could Cook And Clean
But She Was Always Looking Mean
3 Kids To Support
No Baby Daddy Or Child Support
He Left Her To Be With His Side Piece
5’3 ,Fine Figure, Long Brazilian Hair , No Kids
With Treatment Being costly And Supporting Her Family ,
She Couldn’t Take It Anymore
June 4th , 2010 Her Daughter Found Her Unconscious
Any Second Longer She Would’ve Been Goner
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