*...My Fallen Angel Dedication...*
 

This is a dedication to my girl, it's a true story and made this track for her... Sorry for it being a lil long, Jus wonderin if I can get some feedback if possible! Back ground music - Jedi Mind Tricks - Animal Rap.

I once knew a girl who was a fallen angel, but now she torments as she dances with the devil//
I went to see her one day in her own prison cell, Now this is the story that I have to tell//
She was a corrupted soul at the age of seventeen, Wasnt anywhere she hadnt been or hadnt seen//
Came into this life which started to get obscene, She was fallin so deep, lower than a submarine//
Then he came into her life one day dressed so slick, Was a lil old so he wasn't her kinda pick//
Holding a platinm cane or the devil's walking stick, Its where he began to let her into his little trick//
He asked her for a smoke and she handed one over, Soon began talking and she gave him her number//
He was twenty seven, nearly ten years older, but age is just a number so nothing could hold her//



They talked every night until he gained her trust, soon the trust had progressed into lust//
There wasn't anything that they hadnt discussed, But it wasn't too long before it turned to disgu$t//
He showed her the "high" life and how things could be, Got her started on downin pills of ecstacy//
Cocaine up the nose it was drivin her crazy, She was lost in this world and became his devotee//
She was so vulnerable and couldn't ever reply, He started playing MindGames like Vanilla Sky//
She believed him if he said she could fly, She did what he said without even asking why//
Each day she was upto her eyeballs in cocaine, Sendin signals to her body from her brain//
Spreadin the poison of the drug through every vein, without even knowing she was going insane//
He then showed her the life he led to make riches, introducin her to all his hoes and bitches//
He gave her full control so she made the switches, Throwin out anyone who had been the snitches//
It was all fine with all the money and the slags, men sexin em tearin their clothes into rags//
High rolling and ryding around in Bentleys n jagz, Didnt matter, who gave a shit about the scags//
And then she entered the nightmare//



One night in the room when they were layin on the bed, He turned over and asks her for a little "head"//
She refused and didnt give in no matter what he said, So he beat her hard until her whole body bled//
It was at that moment that she attempted to fled, Pickin up her clothes and running straight ahead//
But she couldnt escape the trap that he'd bred, So she was pushed into this lifestyle that the hoes lead//



It was a game of fear and manipulation, 5 - 6 men a day with desperation, Leading to your situation,//
Your anger and interpretation leading to his termination so this is my dedication and my admiration...//
Girl... You'll always be an angel in my eyes, I feel the pain in my heart every time I hear your cries//

" SkiTzo "