What It Is
baby you're confused
disillusioned about who's being used
exchange your body for jewels
then laugh like they're the fools
I know you're so tunnel visioned cause your mission is paper
but shed tears in the dark cause that's when sadness invades ya
you know the game advertise your aass and titties
but through your souls windows your pupils pleads for pity
but still she club like she crazy
her mom raising her babies
little daughter taking it in probably grow the same way
you need to stop and try to raise your kids
cause what it is ain't what you think it is
but what it is you need to analyze your actions
i know you taking giant steps but you walking backwards
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