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Stan


The government puts crack in our food so we get so addicted that we can't even move . So we buy from the dealers who are snitches for the Feds , so in 6 months were up in a cell with a bed . And one white pillow and four white walls , all you can do is think and try not to bawl . Cause you're another tortured soul and no one can help . And you know that so you get angry and start to melt . Thoughts of your childhood start to come back , your dad was never there and self esteem , you lacked . Cause from the time you went through puberty your mother beat you down , screamed you better not be with them boys , fucking around ! She never trusted you cause she knew how she was , she got pregnant with you when she was being a slut . She sees herself in you and won't let you make the same mistake , which is why you were never allowed to hang with ya friends or go out on dates . So ya snuck out a couple times and snorted a couple lines , found out that that stuff made ya problems decline . So the sneaking progresses, ya grades start to suffer, ya moms don't know what to do so she gets a bit tougher. Gives you an ultimatum, it's the classroom or the streets. And you gotta keep a tough face so you leave in a heart beat . Ya still a young girl, not educated bout this life, and one day a pimp comes up to you, starts talking real nice. Said he's got some food and a place for you to stay, and all you gotta do is give some massages & suck a couple dicks each day. It's not what you pictured but you need the money, so you put ya morals side and become the jon's hunny. i don't need to continue with this tragedy , wouldn't want to scare you white folks who send their kids to the best academy . cause lord knows raising ya kids to be naive is the best strategy , this girl speaking the truth on this record , the audacity ! but can't you see lil mama ? ever since you was born they hoped the sun wouldn't rise when you woke up in the morn . cause they want you to feel down , they want to be depressed , they want you to feel suicidal like all of the rest . & once you have doubt , the devil will sniff you out , & prey on that weakness til it eats you alive and ya stuck with no whereabouts . ya lost in the world , without a blanket or a hug , and when you ask for help , the rich turn up their nose with a shrug . it's all a conspiracy , it all ends so rapidly & you fall into the hands of the evil like gravity
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