Sisi the Junkie

Sisi the junkie You are what you Take in in life We say in Africa Sisi the junkie Sisi was a beautiful Young admiring girl All guys flog around her Cos her beauty drive Too much attention She was tall with her Long hair and nice figure Sisi the junkie Sisi was an intelligent Young lady At high school sisi Was one of our best head She was at the best of it all But not until she fell in love With a dope that in-strange Her natural being Sisi the junkie Oh sisi the Iron Lady Was her nick name Sisi love fun a lot That got her to a new World from a strange Friends with a double face Sis the junkie At first sisi Got in to liquor She fun a lot with Too much quantity of it With out a control She move to the Jamaican Herbs, Like is not fun enough Sisi got in to crack That was the doom of it all Sisi the junkie Sisi loved crack Like sisi use to say I need my White powder when she Need to feel high Sisi the junkie Gradually sisi began To lose control of her Social life She began to act strange Always busy with her fingers As she scratch off her skin When she need the white powder Sisi the junkie Oh sisi the Iron Lady Sisi lost a lot on this life style with time like she is A deferent soul Her friends was too Far from her like She was a stranger they never Know Sisi was broke Lost her job Used her belongings to Get crack Finally now on the street Oh sisi the Iron Lady Sisi the junkie Like sisi lies on the corner Of the street still an addict Life was so blue on her Oh sisi the Iron Lady Sisi the junkie Life is all about you Your choice go so Far with you The power of success Lies on the level of Ones control Be in control Of who you are Not be controled By what you take in Like the tales of Sisi the junkie