Life torn apart, you never even had a sure start.//
Ruined at tha age of 13, by your family and the streets.//
And now I sit here and preach, tryin to grab or reach.//

From the beginning you saw blood shed, the darkest flood red.//
Ya dad beatin ya mom, she's cryin in tha dark, almost dead.//
He's drinkin twenty four hours a day, so you sit and pray.//
That he just leaves, and that you make it through today.//
Tears pour out, you hear them, but you can't ignore shouts.//
Ya dad throws tha beer bottle, knockin ya mom out.//
Runs out tha house, with a piece of ya moms snagged blouse.//
Police come, sirens run, rememberin when everythin used to be quiet as a mouse.//

Life torn apart, you never even had a sure start.//
Ruined at tha age of 13, by your family and the streets.//
And now I sit here and preach, tryin to grab or reach.//

Ya bro's run gangs, when at first thought of as fun games.//
In tha streets they carry fame, but ruinin the family name.//
Warrants out for their arrest, and ya parents get no rest.//
As if the Great Lord’s test, but you need to get this off ya chest.//
Pray that they don’t come home dead the next night.//
You look up to them and for their life you’d fight.//
Blood drippin off hands dead bodies everywhere.//
Hidin weapons, when getting caught is somethin to fear.//

Life torn apart, you never even had a sure start.//
Ruined at the age of 13, by your family and the streets.//
And now I sit here and preach, tryin to grab and reach.//

Ya life gone down the tube, doing a job that’s kind of rude.//
Wearin skimppy outfits, runnin to tha dark sayin you weren’t a prude.//
Sellin yaself for money lettin guys touch you while u turn ya head.//
Layin down in tha bed, with him on top and ya legs spread.//
Bruises everywhere places not seen, from getting beat daily.//
Disgracin yaself and not just ya family, and you plead save me.//
Getting fed up with you life, and you think your nothin.//
Look in tha mirror, eyes swelled, thinkin you’ll never be somethin.//
The phone begins to ring, a person knocks on tha door.//
But its too late, you’ve already let the dark blood poor.//

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that was nice mami........
i always like readin yo posts cuz yuu bring a different perspective of hiphop to the table........
with your drops i can see shit from the womans perspective and thats always good too see....

try and give feedback on some of mah shit,,,

keep spittin sexy

haha thanks...yea i'll check both ya crap out in a lil..much luv..God bless..1..