I’ve been a gangster, a hustler in past lives
always a junkie, a whore whenever I try to live
breathe again, see clear water, air again
Dubbed a slut by my master and employer
who’d have thought he’d come back and become my destroyer?
I slept around, messed with all the bad boy’s minds
I wanted to rebel from the poverty and misery, the biting kind
The sort that stings you like a wasp, why’d I cheat on my boss?
My man chasing after my mistress, my life a mess all hope lost
Drunk as punch, drinking punch and other brews as well
Who’d have thought the rose-cheeked girl would become stoned as hell
Early life
My mistress, sweet and bland as morning tea
Always took good care of me
Showered me like a spring rain, with toys and gifts a plenty
the other maids, girls who would later taste success
in other lives, but for now I was blessed
the one with fair skin, hair smooth and black as pitch
who’d think I would become a bitch
A common fool, a slut, a witch
You know, the kind you’d later burn
But I was hung
Rebellion
I began to grow up, and like other girls experiment
with berries red, hell any color let all cement
on my face, I was causin’ trouble all over the place
lookin’ so fly
you don’t hafta ask why
I was looking so hot like I was 4th of july
Then all the men come round and they wanna court my mother
she’s not a blood relative, and I was looking way hotter
sexy as can be, fresh like the nectar of the gods, that’s me
I met my man that day, waiting among the throngs of men
I poured him brew and we drank till drunk, collapsing into bed
from then on we became close as sword and blood
except he wanted my “mother” instead
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