going back back ...

When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya
Either I'm witcha or against ya
ring da bell Ms Finster, Recess missed her
she was playin pet to da teacher
heard em fuckin ova tha loud speaka
she wasnt a kid playin peek a
boo, she was only 6 times 2
12 years old n already act grew
doin what grown folks do
she was boltin outta class to screw
jus followin da ways a her big sista sue
mama too busy so she neva knew
but 9 months came round too soon
girls belly blew up like a balloon
dealin wit da stress she warmed the spoon
thinkin she done already met her doom
but now times 2 da lives she ruined
hers n her baby's is over
been 9 months since she sober
she been tricked on more times than october
halloween treaters skipped one over
now her eyes more red than rover
to tears her life drove her
so she stay steady in the fast lane
baby daddy comes with no name
neva mind a face, jus a place of exchange
her body for loose change
same place they all came
too young to hold rapes shame
so she went along playin da game
illusions of fortune and fame
tryna escape town lil girl trains
got every dude ridin her thang
neighborhood bus route
n nobody's payin fare out
baby girl dares to give truth doubt
too scared to look at herself
ignorance supplies her wealth
but damage more than her physical health
she cant even hear her baby cryin for help
damn, shes still a baby her self
lost care for anything else
Arms full of tracks
how she get so off track
so lost, cant remember the way back
smack led to sack, or matta fact
da sack led to smack and back
full circle
chasin her tale
placin her dreams for sale
now sold
for the streetz dat cold
and a lil rock to hold
cost a life, for the real story told.

© Property of Kasey P. Radley 2010