Post by Richard Robinson on Feb 10, 2011 10:20:29 GMT -5
She's looking for love in all the wrong, places
Surrounded by all the wrong faces, down pathways of no traces
Involved with those who caught cases, for capers
One night someone raped her, took the last of her innocent
all she remembers is the incense, burning, her insides turning, her mind wondering
why was this happening to her, after all he said he loved her, confusing aint it
even more confusing that after the fact, after the act, she laid in his arms, imagine that, willingly
willing to let it be what it was, it was her interpretation of love or the only love she had known
now she shaking her as* cause she full grown, she done master the art of the bone
she's been manipulated by the perpetrator aka the traitor, who didn't believe in letting flowers grow
she was 13, really she didn't know, now she see's life in slow mo, she gives in a little mo for less, hands beneath her dress
she living the best way she can, got herself another old man, sh*t everybody need somebody at least to get by
frut so he get a little high, that hit in the eye, O' well we was just tripping things got out of hand, she says thru a cut lip and
She's still looking for love in all the wrong places, Surrounded by all the wrong faces, going down pathways of no traces
He was convinced that his boys had his back, imagine that. at least that was his thought as he layed in his own blood
Hey cous', Hey cous, pleas lost on the triggerman, nigger man don't you understand, it was your decision for it to end this way
it was day after day, two roads to take but one was the wrong way, to late to count blessing, these lessons, taught in dark alley ways and in abandon building hallways, usually lead to final judgments, street justice or is that just us
the devil works in mysterious ways, he got to catch you before you get save, change your ways, become all holy and start seeing better days, graveside manner doesn’t exist, it was the prophet that said remember this, theses are the last days
Surrounded by all the wrong faces, down pathways of no traces
Involved with those who caught cases, for capers
One night someone raped her, took the last of her innocent
all she remembers is the incense, burning, her insides turning, her mind wondering
why was this happening to her, after all he said he loved her, confusing aint it
even more confusing that after the fact, after the act, she laid in his arms, imagine that, willingly
willing to let it be what it was, it was her interpretation of love or the only love she had known
now she shaking her as* cause she full grown, she done master the art of the bone
she's been manipulated by the perpetrator aka the traitor, who didn't believe in letting flowers grow
she was 13, really she didn't know, now she see's life in slow mo, she gives in a little mo for less, hands beneath her dress
she living the best way she can, got herself another old man, sh*t everybody need somebody at least to get by
frut so he get a little high, that hit in the eye, O' well we was just tripping things got out of hand, she says thru a cut lip and
She's still looking for love in all the wrong places, Surrounded by all the wrong faces, going down pathways of no traces
He was convinced that his boys had his back, imagine that. at least that was his thought as he layed in his own blood
Hey cous', Hey cous, pleas lost on the triggerman, nigger man don't you understand, it was your decision for it to end this way
it was day after day, two roads to take but one was the wrong way, to late to count blessing, these lessons, taught in dark alley ways and in abandon building hallways, usually lead to final judgments, street justice or is that just us
the devil works in mysterious ways, he got to catch you before you get save, change your ways, become all holy and start seeing better days, graveside manner doesn’t exist, it was the prophet that said remember this, theses are the last days