To that lost women WHO HAS GROWN INTO A WOMEN IN AGE BUT YUNG IN HER MIND
WALKING AROUND WITH HER NOSE TOOTED UP FAKE HAIR FACE COVERD IN MAKE UP SEEING OTHER WOMEN HAPPY WITH THERE FAIMLY MAKES you DESIRE THE LOVE HE GIVES BUT ITS ARE LOVE NOT YOURS TO GET MY LOST SOUL THOSE HIPS
will only get you so far YOU SELPT WITH MY MAN YOU HAVE NO PIRED INSECURE WOMEN OF GOD I PRAY YOU RID YOURSELF OF THOSE DEAMONS YOU POSSES
WOMEN TO WOMEN HOW WOULD YOU FEEL
IF YOU WERE ME