Keisha's Song (Her Pain)

Fancy girls, on Long Beach Boulevard

Flagging down all of these flashy cars

Uh, and Lord knows she's beautiful

Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore

She takes the little change she make to fix her nail cuticles

Lipstick is suitable to make you fiend for more

She play Mr. Shakur, that's her favorite rapper

Bumping "Brenda's Got a Baby" while a pervert yelling at her

And she capture features of a woman, but only seventeen

The seven cars start honking, she start running

like Flo-Jo, don't care if they Joe Blow

If they got money to blow, a blow job is a sure go

And sure enough don't see a dime of dirty dollars

Just give all to her daddy, but she don't know her father, that's ironic

See a block away from Lueders Park, I seen the El Camino parked

and in her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where

nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat

Rosa Parks never a factor when she making ends meet

Fancy girls, on Long Beach Boulevard

Flagging down all of these flashy cars

And Lord knows she's beautiful

Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore

Her anatomy is God's temple

and it's quite simple, her castle is bout to be destroyed

She's always paranoid, watching the law inside the streets

Undercovers and dummies that look like decoys

Remember sergeant let her slide

Said if he seen what's between her thighs he'd compromise, to no surprise

she took the ultimatum round the alleyway and gave him

a warm welcome that filled him right below the navel

Though he was wired up like a pair of jumping cables

His eyes was closed shut, prior charges, he had waived 'em

It was a block away from Lueders Park, I seen a squad car parked

and in her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where

nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat

cause Rosa Parks never a factor when she topping off police

Fancy girls, on Long Beach Boulevard

Flagging down all of these flashy cars

And Lord knows she's beautiful

Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore

As she bust down like a twelve bunk on tour

she suddenly realized she'll never escape the allure

of the black man, white man, needing satisfaction

At first it became a practice, but now she's numb to it

Sometimes she wonder if she can do it like nuns do it

But she never heard of Catholic religion or sinners' redemption

That sounds foolish, and you can blame it on her mother

for letting her boyfriend slide candy under her cover

Ten months before she was ten, he moved in and that's when he touched her

This motherfucker is the fucking reason why Keisha rushing

through that block away from Lueders Park, I seen the El Camino parked

and in her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where

nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat

Then caught a knife inside the bladder, left her dead, raped in the street

Keisha's song

Mm, my little sister eleven, I looked her right in the face

the day that I wrote this song, sat her down and pressed play

Fancy girls, on Long Beach Boulevard

Flagging down all of these flashy cars

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