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After all of the hard hits

And you hitting the fake witch

And calling the sweet schoolteachers name

You feel the fires of  hell  and have the

Smell of urination and defecation

And you're tired from a beating

And penetration from all those dudes

Three strikes you're out. No doubt

Jail three times in year and freaked

A darling dear called her another name

The freaking name of fame. Bullets fly

To finish you off to let you know who's

The boss of the BR streets, not ya.

They all wanna know who beat your

Ass. How and why you left alone the

Head of the class for a witch who is

Low class and called the head of the

Class's name as you did your thang

Because she both has your heart

And your brain and for a split second

You realize that you she did tame

You call her name but realize she

Not anywhere near you anymore

She let you in her door as a stranger

And loved on you and now you're

In danger and can no longer see

All of the peeps in the streets

But the lady who loved you and

Was so sweet indeed and wish

That you never treated her the

Way you did and they shoot

You again and all you can think

Of is how she attacked you with

Her love and you did to her the

Same and the last love encounter

You wanted to have her name

Tatted on your rib and you know

What that symbol is. All you don't

Know is who shotcha? But that

Teacher ain't around it wasn't

Her. Cupid shotcha heart but

Who shotcha on your legs

Lower part? Who Shotcha?

Was it that other witch or

Was it the peeps in the streets

From teacher they blockedya?

Who shotcha?

 

wrote 12-28-10

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