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Little Girls in the World


mickey was a lil girl , the whole world was her pearl , went down to miss rhonda's every saturday to get her hair curled . born in south philly , raised on the boulevard , where she learned at a early age life was hard . but always managed to keep a smile on her face . always walked to the beat of her own pace , had an ordinary music taste . 11 years old , wasn't attracted to swag rappers or those r&b actors . memorized outkast's chapters & looked to lauryn hill as a pastor . listened to common & couldn't believe how rap had shattered . de la soul opened her mind to many different doors , her momma hid the cd so she had to sneak to listen to hard core . turned the lights out at night and fell asleep to biggie , felt empowered by unity . never was with that facebook & twitter & social media shit , was concerned with eternally making it . went to church every sunday with momma & grandma rose , sat her bible next to her radio & prayed for the hoes . this aint one of them stories of a good lady falling again . it's how true hip hop raised a beautiful woman . long pretty red hair , rosae wasn't so lucky .lost her virginity at 11 & would do anything for a bucky . had low self esteem , never had a father on a team . found that attention in older men , craved love to the extreme . if it had a penis , did what it told her like robotics , saw everyone doing it so she started smoking narcotics . only 14 , her skin started to stretch . she was all used up so they moved on to the next . had only started her period 3 months ago , now inside of her a life started to grow . she's gettin fatter every day & she doesn't know why , & the shakes & the pains are making her cry . she's been isolated from everyone she knew , doesn't even have a nickel to buy a fuckin clue . she finally falls to her knees not to please a man but to ask from help above , & she finally realizes the streets offer no love . but she has no faith so she gets no answers . her lifestyle is killing her slowly like cancer . just another sad case of brenda with a baby . never knew the world could be so fuckin shady . & little miss sherrell , see , she caused all of this . she was one tough boxing street runnin dope sellin chick . she vowed to never be a moocher , so she multiplied the grams & the addicts & saw her wealthy future . her daddy was a bum & her momma ran the streets . never had no money so she bowed to make it on her feet . put in work daily , became the boss bitch lady , ran all the blocks , shot all the hops . glockers got got & the hoopers got knocked . her name was known through south central , caused a couple bitch to go mental , pulled out teeth like dental & climbed to the top like a presidential . she got mad with power , there wasn't enough money she couldn't devour . she started gettin high on her own supply . one day her eyes got red , she layed down on the bed . called a friend over , got some sloppy head & 2 minutes later she came to the dead .
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racsoper
<p>This was beautiful. As a fan of hip hop I love the real picture you portray.&nbsp;</p>

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