She looked twenty-one
But she was only fifteen

Trying to play with the big boys
They turned her into a dope fiend

She fulfilled the term
Being “down for the team”

Thought she had control
Until she ended up on the streets;  

Selling her body
Letting strangers get knees deep

How could her parents sleep, knowing their little girl's in the streets
Getting preyed on, like a wolf to a sheep  

Her skin so pale and legs so weak
*She prayed to God to die in her dreams

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I was too impatient
I should've checked myself into the Asylum
of the Insane
And been the main patient
With fragmented poems, begging to be sedated
Suicide being contemplated
Waking up to strange faces
Forced to be abrasive
Trying to concentrate
These needles in my vein
To regulate the pain
So the emotions can delay
The pale face with black tear stains
                            
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I wish I could never wake, I'm losing myself trying to stay sane

Eyes feeling low
Mind feeling lifted

I don't know if I'm high or if I'm gifted
Selling souls but then I flipped it
Into bodies of the livid
Very lucid, to be descriptive
I went to graves and fulfilled the dead spirits
Prada, who said the Devil doesn't wear it

Demolished hope to walk over
With spiked out chokers
And demons spitting out fire and horrid odor  

The Lord was facing a lack of attendance
I'm not the Devil but I'm her *apprentice