Kisha

Scene one, a young girl in a typical hood
No daddy, just her momma doin' typically good
She go to school everyday with hopes of bein' a teacher
Keep her mind inside her books and hope the streets cannot reach her
Unfortunately, her momma do lines, her sister's knocked up
Her uncle always tried to rape her and her brother's locked up
The other kids are makin' fun of her whenever she dressed
Her body's weakened 'cause she's eatin' off of welfare checks
She's only twelve and got a nigga and she call him her man
He nineteen, she wants a way out and he got him a plan
And she swear she in love and her life will reflect
He started mentionin', convincin' her that they should have sex
He all the family that she got, so she feel that it's worth it
Have a kid, raise him together and they life will be perfect
Unrealistic dreams of ghetto girls tryin' in fact
Yo, how the fuck you 'posed to live in situations like that?

Keisha, you gotta take it slow
Don't let the world take your soul
Another girl lost in the hood
Keisha, oh Keisha
I know the times are hard
But you gotta pray to God
That you won't get lost in the hood
Keisha, oh Keisha

Scene two, she's fourteen, ain't a damn thing changed
Her momma passed last year from shootin' crack in her vein
She still fuckin' with the same dude, he back on the block
'Til one day he got some yay, he pulled out and got shot
He left Keisha with two kids and a burglary case
She couldn't pay the bills for nothin', now they out of they place
She go a whole year homeless 'til she find her a man
But he didn't talk to her, would argue and he spoke with his hands
Now Keisha feel she need him, never been by herself
There wasn't no one there to tell her that he threatens her health
Finally she get the nerve to leave that nigga alone
Not before he get her pregnant, throw her out of his home
Keisha had the baby by herself to deal with the pain
The only way she thought of numbin' it was sniffin' the 'caine
Now she sellin' crack for money just to get at the drugs
The only way to earn a livin' is to strip out the club
Damn

Keisha, you gotta take it slow
Don't let the world take your soul
Another girl lost in the hood
Keisha, oh Keisha
I know the times are hard
But you gotta pray to God
That you won't get lost in the hood
Keisha, oh Keisha

Scene three, she at the club strippin' six days a week
She can't complain about her crack and the niggas payin' sweet
The county came and took her kids right up out of her hand
Nowadays she's into girls and give a fuck about her man
'Til one day her high was comin' down and thought where she was
Even with a car and crib, them kids was all that she loved
She tried to get 'em back but county sayin' now she's a fiend
She ain't fit to be they mother and she'll never be clean
She tried five more times but she never could win
And all the people she was hangin' with was never her friends
'Til one day she got a pad and she wrote down her thoughts
"To everybody that I ever hurt, it wasn't my fault
All I wanted was a family, but no one would bother
For my kids to be together with they mother and father"
They were the last words she wrote before she slipped off her wrist
How the fuck you 'posed to live in situations like this?

Keisha feels like there is no one there
All she was asking for was a little love
She took her life and no one seems to care
Just another girl lost in the world

Keisha, you gotta take it slow
Don't let the world take your soul
Another girl lost in the hood
Keisha, oh Keisha
I know the times are hard
But you gotta pray to God
That you won't get lost in the hood
Keisha, oh Keisha
Keisha, you gotta take it slow
Don't let the world take your soul
Another girl lost in the hood
Keisha, oh Keisha
I know the times are hard
But you gotta pray to God
That you won't get lost in the hood
Keisha, oh Keisha