Now she's eighteen
But she feels twenty-one
Dancing at a *******
You could believe she's the dopest one
As Miami's hottest *****
This was the life she's accustomed to
Selling pounds of white
She was a hustler too
Broken hearted;
A few slits on her wrist
Trust issues;
It was hard for her to commit
But then she fell dangerously
For a man named Roman
Though he wasn't a blessing
*He was an omen
Please read Part 1 & Part 2