The abuse started at the age of four
Crying her eyes out her body worn
Feelings torn and her heart crushed
Losing her innocence to a man she trust
She screamed for help scared of rejection
Not even her mother showed compassion
Years pass by and she wanted revenge
Age of fifteen working for a King Pin
Low self-esteem and cruelty guiding her way
Chaos and hatred filling the days
Slangin’ Dimes and Dubs from Pine to Bell
Until one day when rain turned to hail
Little mama free moving fast with rush
Blue and red lights she’s caught in a bust
Six month in juvie and went back home
Only to turn back and rebel against her mom
Frustration and despair ruling her mind
Now she wishes she could turn back the hand of time
Trying to find love and acceptance from anyone
A little over a year she had a son
Determination and resilience began to give way
Becoming a better mother with each day
Hey eighteen she’s finally an adult
On the financial side a bit broke
Working long hours trying to finish school
Young lady met a man she thought was cool
Pimp turned her out to be a prostitute
On her back making money became all she knew
Loyal and spoiled that’s what she was
Cashing in racks in exchange for his love
He gave love tender most time it was tough
Hell who cared she hadn’t expected much
Everything that glitters isn’t always gold
She slept alone with no man to hold
Black eyes and blue jaws even broken toes
A trip to the hospital was all she had to show
Wandering and worrying of what was happening
Quickly she found a way out of what she was trapped in
On her own again with lack of direction
Fast money and danger remained her attraction
Still not aware of what she was worth
Twenty-one years old she expressed her hurt
Perseverance and integrity clear in sight
Past decisions came back to bite
Now on the road to finding who she needs to be
This person this flesh is not she
Her spirit is youthful her heart kind
Faith and respect is in her design
Family and friends standing with me
As I wait behind bars for the day to be free