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Mama's Just A Little Girl Seventeen and a crack fiend, Trapped inside tha ghetto, Dressed in all black, With broken down stilletos, A street walker is what she is, Even though mama's just a little girl, But her little girls are just kids, On tha corner mama, Pimps her little girls for a gram of marijuana, Mama I dont wanna, Because it hurts between tha legs, With teary eyes, the little girl still does what mama says, Now get on your knees as I teach u tha game, At 8 years old, This little girl learned how to sell pussy for cocaine. Now mama ought to be ashamed, But instead, She snorted three lines into her brain, And sent her kids back for crack in the rain, As they walked alone, A stranger then inquired, "Little girls, where's your mother?" Both hesitated, Voices trembling, They replied, "At home..." She left ya'll alone, "Yeah , well come with me, And I'll take you little girls back, Heres my car, Get in so I can take you two home." As he drove away, The little girl replied, "Sir ... This is not the way," As she watched him turn left, On his way to the docks. Then he parked, And asked the little girls were they afraid... As he locked the doors, One of the little girls started to cry, While her older sister slowly wiped the tears, From her shivering eyes, He then demanded, "Open your thighs..." Raving, they replied, "No please take us back." And as he climbed on top of the little girl, The other screamed. "Mama!" And as he choked the little girl, "Mama!!, Screamed one of the little girls, "Help me... It hurts when he's inside me, Help me, Mama... I'm bleeding between tha legs. Now mama doesn't even know, That her little girl's have just been murdered. And moments later, The stranger drove away from tha docks, But tha strange thing is, He didn't throw the little girls on the shore, Instead he left them dead, One in the backseat, The other on the floor. But he still wasn't done yet, You see, he was a serial killer, Wanted in more than five states for cannabilism, And guess who became his next two victims. As days past, Mama begun to worry, Not as much for the little girls, But where was tha crack, Then it dawned on her, That her little girls weren't coming back... She walked the streets to find her little girls, With no luck, In frustration... to find her little girls. Tears slowly fell from her eyes Then she realized... Her little girls weren't coming back. She trembled in shame, Injecting eight grams of morphine into her veins, And as she fell to the floor, She sighed, "God I have nothing more to live for, So she injected eight more, And died instantly on the bathroom floor. All dressed in black... Remorsefully, she joined her little girls, But how can you blame Mama, When Mama's just a little girl. |
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