The Deadly Seven

Cigarettes and vodka Who's going to stop her Her soul is crumbling, her words are mumbling Her head is spinning and her steps are heavy She thinks she's winning and now she's ready Gets on stage for everyone to see Body of goddess, moves like a gypsy Her mind ain't right and her heart is broke The lights are dimmed out by the smoke The men are touching, head to toe The outside world labels her a hoe She has three babies and her rent is due What if that women up there was you Shes just another number, but she has a name An alter ego can be such a shame She walked in on a one tracked mind The money was fast and it wasn't a crime No more days running with dope boys and hustlas It changed to late nights and regular customers Feet were aching, babysitter trippin, she caves in to her addiction Cigarettes and vodka Who's going to stop her This the way of life just for the night Hangover in the morning head is hurtin Feeds her kids proper proportions Get in the game, but don't let the game get in you Soul recognize soul I thought you knew. 1/31/2016