Never, in her life, did she vanquish the struggle/
She was always wipin' off the mud from down in the puddle/
Took her 18 long years to find out somebody loved her/
And even after she see's the light, now, somebody shoves her/
It feels as if she's fighting a never-ending cause/
For all the good that she does, others point out the flaws/
She's tried to end life, or stop it, for just a long pause/
But her mind is on a journey - Like through the Land of Oz/
She'll recognise the signs because they look familiar/
Like the shoes on the power lines that signify "drug dealer"/
The man that's been there for her, her almighty healer/
But little did she know he'd be the man to steal~her/
He stole all her reasonable thought, and all reason of mind/
He made her push 'em all away and left herself confined/
It was because of him, her right and wrong thoughts intertwined/
And it was because of him that her family left her behind/
But now she pregnant at 18, new routine/
May Queen quality, thrivin' on caffeine/
Still strugglin' - She'll be nineteen on the rhyme scene/
With the same topicals, just a different rhyme scheme/
But now she's grown up, and shown up - what a beauty that's blown
up/
With the power of Malcolm X - but would leave ya throat cut/
Fightin' for her life, not a little or somewhat/
She'll take all she can get and lay it all out - uncut//

 
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