Keisha's Song (Her Pain)

Fancy girls
 On Long Beach Blvd
 Flagging down
 All of these flashy cars
 And Lord knows she's beautiful
 Lord knows the usuals
 Leaving her body sore
 She take 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 17 and 7 cars start honkin'
 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
 She givin' 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
 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 Blvd
 Flagging down
 All of these flashy cars
 And Lord knows she's beautiful
 Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore
 Her anatomy is God's temple, and it's quite simple
 Her castle is about to be destroyed, she's always paranoid
 Watching the law inside the streets undercovers the 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 around the alleyway and gave him
 A warm welcome to fill 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 waved 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 Blvd
 Flagging down
 All of these flashy cars
 And Lord knows she's beautiful
 Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore
 As she bust down like a 12 bunk on tour
 She suddenly realized she'll never escape the allure
 Of the black man, white man, needed 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 motherfucka is the fucking reason why Keisha rushing through that
 Block away from Lueders park, I seen a El Camino park
 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
 And caught a knife inside the bladder, left her dead, raped in the street
 Keisha's song
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 My little sister eleven, I looked her right in the face
 
 Fancy girls
 On Long Beach Blvd
 Flagging down
 All of these flashy cars
 And Lord knows she's beautiful
 Lord knows the usuals
 Leaving her body sore
 She take 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 17 and 7 cars start honkin'
 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
 She givin' 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
 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 Blvd
 Flagging down
 All of these flashy cars
 And Lord knows she's beautiful
 Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore
 Her anatomy is God's temple, and it's quite simple
 Her castle is about to be destroyed, she's always paranoid
 Watching the law inside the streets undercovers the 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 around the alleyway and gave him
 A warm welcome to fill 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 waved 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 Blvd
 Flagging down
 All of these flashy cars
 And Lord knows she's beautiful
 Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore
 As she bust down like a 12 bunk on tour
 She suddenly realized she'll never escape the allure
 Of the black man, white man, needed 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 motherfucka is the fucking reason why Keisha rushing through that
 Block away from Lueders park, I seen a El Camino park
 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
 And caught a knife inside the bladder, left her dead, raped in the street
 Keisha's song
 ♪
 My little sister eleven, I looked her right in the face