Lyrics Josephine - Hi-Tek , Ghostface Killah , Pretty Ugly

God's woman, what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you can't handle the situation
Sometime it feels like you're lacking the guidance
And you don't know what to do but stay strong
And keep in mind that he always loves you, it's what it is

Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me, you just won't get enough
The rain won't wash away your sins
You'll be here to do them all over again
(That's right sugar love, come on)

Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox
And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks
She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco
She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go

Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe
Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right
Infatuated with the life of dope, fiends and crack pushers
Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers

Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein
Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain
The monkey on her back is now a gorilla
Fiending for a hit, knowing one day it's gon' kill her

The clinic didn't help, she just another young black woman
(Nope)
Destroying her pretty image and her health
Got me thinking to myself, damn, how can this happen?
I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching

Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me, you just won't get enough
The rain won't wash away your sins
You'll be here to do them all over again

Up all night, under the party lights
Same old popping and party hopping
All of your so called friends
Are leading you down the wrong road

Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact
It is time that you need me, I'll be there to help ya
I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down
I'll be there when you're falling down, oh, yeah
(Sooner or later)

The Josephine that I knew had a fiend for the rich guys
Old fashion girl, judged a man by her shoe size
If you had on the right Nikes, looked like the right type
Paid her the right price, she give you the green light

She was a different breed, she smoked different weed
Every week her hair done, she had a different weave
She was in and out of bars, she was in and out of cars
She was on and off the law, she was in and out of drawers

The chick a dime I admit, I even tried to hit
I told her I was broke as shit but I got the magic stick
I'm that confident, she said I need the cash
A different time, a different place, I could have the ass

Years went pass before I seen her again
Now she slim and I don't think she been in the gym
So I asked her how she been, she said, "I'm done with the men
Now I'm seen but I caught AIDS when I was fucking with them"

Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me, you just won't get enough
The rain won't wash away your sins
You'll be here to do them all over again

Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me, you just won't get enough
The rain won't wash away your sins
You'll be here to do them all over again