I used to wonder why she did it,
Why you liven,
Shawty said because acceptence,
That’s why I give it
And take it,
Transactions for no cash
I used to shake my head, I was bad
I did it too,
but I had feelings,
Made her take a line to the ceiling
She felt free sippen on my brown beer,
Thoughts on her mind to dissapear
Fate was just her evidence,
to reappear,
On an off we partaking in forbidden pleasure,
She neva made a sound,
I used to wonder was she down
Not the brandy tip,
But really down,
I would gaze in her eyes,
Hold her from behind
Blowing smoke to the sky....
But did she ever cry?
Sneaking out she came to the crib
Gave her stick to help her live
She said she hated life, and wanted to leave,
Our paths began to weave
I told her go home,
We going to talk in the morning
I'm walking through the crib yawning
I hear knock, hide the coke I stop yawning
There she is face full of tears
Strewn on my steps I let her in
Close the door, my heart broken,
What happend?
Took a second just to speak
I let her sit on steps and weep
Once again, what happend?
She tried to take a trip and got a trick
First da poppi's got her drunk
Ran an train slam dunk
She met another dude a guy I knew
He made her stroke da snake, do my man too
Wash your hands, they left her at gas station
Local, she stumbled to the crib
My hand on her rib,
I layed her on the couch told her get some rest
She smiled, said I'm the best
I went upstairs then I came back
Hit it from the back, kama sutra had her on my lap,
Then I let her sleep,
She stayed for a week, maybe two
I tried to teach her all I knew
Her pouch full of who
All the different guys,
All the different lies
No respect for having so much sex
Since I left, she tried to find who wud be next
I asked her why she was havin so much sex
She said to accept
I said you should make a dollar
Pimping aint easy,
If you ever had to hollar,
I be outside waiting, pacing
She agreed, we made one move for a few
He ain know I was serious, delirious
I knew this wouldn't last forever
On the side I sold stormy weather
What you want bertha, louise or da heather
The cops came an took her away
Grandma report, runaway
Never seen her again
I wonder often times how she liven
We even prayed one time,
Paint the picture,
If it comes a day
When I can see her face,
What would I say
Sorry that I made you this way
However she turned out or where she may be
I pray that's its over,
And someone showed her
She could be in a nut house
Drooling out the mouth
Or pregnant with her 5th child
I don't know, but as the wind blows
I feel her soul, waiting to be whole,
Or just another black hole....
