Straight A's on the path to smth great
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Straight lais states the quarter-back or let'm taste
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Straight J's dipped in the glass while the girls get
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Shit faced. Trays raised in hyphen class, here she sats
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It's fifth grade. Beautiful, big breasted, mature young thing
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Type to ruin you, so ignore that love thing
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Spirit answer the music only she hearing
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We all wanna be near it, for what she ain't revealing
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She's confident and calm, that's how we all read it
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The heart is not for sharing, it's mine for a reason
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Bits and pieces, I'm grieving life not how you perceive it
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She fears nobody believe it if she keeps it a secret
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The key to all of her deepest and darkest feelings
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Came from a happy family and a house with high ceilings
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And everything was ok until she was eight
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Until the day her parents ran late
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Jada was raped
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Sarah's born to poor parents, what with roaches and maggots
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Say yawn, and toss the cabbage, left the ravage and brag(?)
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Baggage, blocked by a dozen schemers, kidnappers
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And all's we know what happened, this is really what the trap is
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15 years old and can't get up of the matrice
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And the bruise can't be covered up by make-up and fashion tips
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The yellow blue and black f'you even thinkin'a slap
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Do everything I demand, I wanna see love and passion
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Try not to cry, tied up in this dungeon
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And even if she could escape, she don't know how to function
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No education, plus, no one to trust in
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Rape
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