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Think Twice


Just finish talking to my friend I heard she got aids From a guy she dated only for 6 days H.I.V positive is what she told me I didn’t want to believe her until she showed me She was my girl, my friend, my son, my homie The only person I really wanted around me Where was I during the time she got infected? I would have made him wrap it up, or either got him tested This is a message If you think that you are too young for that The best thing is to avoid even having sex She didn’t even get the chance too ever see 18 She thought that getting infected was just a gay thing I still see her face and smile during my daydream And if you listening to this story please stay clean Being infected She said she hate the way it feels No medication Because she hate taking the pills She wasn’t really smart She never went to school for real She heard that the virus was life threatening And it kills She started reminiscing on the days we used to chill Outside, around the way, the hot days by the grill I told her she would pull through & live a long life She told me she was too weak & wasn’t the strong type Her self esteem was dropping low The virus was a sign Maybe god was trying to tell her Its bout to be her time She didn’t live a good life Her mother was on drugs Her father was in jail And then her brother was a thug I was her only family even though I wasn’t blood She said I gave her hope & always showed a lot of love We used to go to the carryout and order fries I used to joke about how she was so organized Now I miss her My best friend, my true sister When she died I wish I could have been there with her For all you kids out there, who didn’t know Better safe than sorry, is the way to go Protect yourself, live rite & think twice Then you will have a better chance to live a long life A teenage misfortune Had her baby at 16 And raised it by herself Life was a struggle The baby father was no help Suicidal was in mind Depression is what she felt She was stressing all day Neglect ion was in her health Too young and too dumb To realize what was done Now she’s in the 10th grade Stuck raising a son Only 3 months had past And she was getting tired Daycare couldn’t last Plus she was close to getting fired Life used to be fine Now it was a struggle She misses the time When her and her boy was a couple Every since she got pregnant He didn’t want nothing to do with her Told her don’t call Because he said he was through with her Tears couldn’t explain The way she felt She had shame on her name Cause she blamed her self She tried to go to church But she never was inspired She couldn’t get money Because her card was expired Living poor The baby went days without pampas On Christmas day No presents or no Santa She cried every night On the side of her bed She laid her head beside her son And then wish to be dead Then she kisses his head And then lay him down His eyes watered So she left to delay the sound She had a hard time Trying to care for her child Every time she would shake him His voice would get loud It amazed her everyday How sick her son would get She just took it As one of Gods punishments Her mother told her Leave that boy alone From the beginning She knew she was wrong And now she’s unforgiving She hope it came to an end Because of too much pressure It was all fun and games When it was dealing with pleasure She didn’t know what to do She should have got an abortion She didn’t have enough money To destroy her misfortune
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