Who Shotcha

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