I met a lil broad one day in the slums
She had this tendency to **** souls through her gums
She rolled with some ****** who were involved with some guns
Some ****** who made dead bodies outta sons
With a cynical sickle, she and them helped the Reaper with some
Unwanted infants who lived a full life on the run
Maybe if none of them had begun
Maybe if it was just Adam Eve and their son
Maybe then ****** wouldn't run in our blood.
And maybe the shawdy could change what she's done
Only if her demons could exit the sum
And then some, exit her life,
leave her soul alone with the one, in the know of the son in trinity with the father and summin, so precious its name
holy as three in one.
So about the broad and her son, thats right one of em ****** was dumb
He pumped a kid in the *****, stole her vehicular whip, left her stuck in some **** , now she gotta sell half spliff, lil miss drug dealer and ****
She should've pulled a gun on a rubix, get a few rubies, keep the kid outta movies, the lights camera and shooting, can turn a kid into a ruthless, gun slinging ringing from two hips, while emptying two clips, upside your prefix.
But no, she decided to roll with some hoodlums, making loose ends that are proofread by noose heads.
Moving into the sights of new feds .
Sleeping on cold beds
With no friends
In the cold ends.