Its amazing what these young girls go through. Used to chase the light skin boys, snap back and some tattoos. Then you grow up with nothing to lose, trynna make an excuse on why your refrigerators empty, with no food. Instead of earning a living, you hit snooz, pointing fingers at others when the blame is only YOU. To many chances have been given walking in the wrong direction having sex without protection just to please the mans arrection. Planting seeds that grow into feens for failure, Maybe if we accepted gods presence then the future would be more familiar... More success, and less stress, no more tacking eachothers breath just because a different set. Respect your parents because they want the BEST... want to see their young child at the top of the steps. Keep ya head up and choose your own path, dont look up tp the rappers that never give back. Chit Chat about the robbing and a#* but refuse to show the world they got some since or some class.
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