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[Ghostface Killah]God's woman, what's going on?I know things seem messed up sometimeYou stressed out and you can't handle the situationSometime it feels like you lacking the guidanceAnd you don't know what to do, but stay strongAnd keep in mind that he always loves you,It's what it is, that's right sugar loveCome on[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]Josephine, the times are getting toughSeems to me, you just wont get enoughThe rain, wont wash away, your sins,You'll be here, to do them all over again[Ghostface Killah]Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney CoxAnd her brain is easy to pick like faulty locksShe's awfully hot, asshole burning like TabascoShe used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass goStarted smoking weed and graduated to the pipeThought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't rightInfatuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushersProstituting for old pimps who mack hookersPutting dope in the cook, searching for her veinLetras de cancionesTracks all over her arms, she never felt the painThe monkey on her back is now a gorillaFiending for a hit knowing one day it's goin' kill herThe clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black womanDestroying her pretty image and her healthGot me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen?I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching[Chorus][Trife Da God]She wakes up, with an urge to get highEveryday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix to get bySo she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needleTie a sock her arm and start shooting up the dieselHad a flesh back, screwing some dude up in his hashbackThe night before, body still sore, holding her ass crackA regular John, she met her through TomShe passed out with the syringe still stuck in her armDying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mindFrom the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankindUh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with AIDSLost her appetite, hardly slept in daysNow it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked aroundWith the wrong penis, contaminated with diseasesTwo months pregnant, carrying around her fetusBut they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners[Chorus][Ghostface Killah]Josephine, what's wrong, baby?Come on[Ghostface Killah]Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl?Her little baby's all doped up, strung out on the worldTrying to make some quick cash for a hit of that stashListen, baby, you growing up much too fastUh, this goes out to every project and every ghettoFor those getting high, using drugs on every levelLiving your life, day and night, getting stonedYou better leave those drugs alone, feel me?[Willie Cottrell]Up all night, under the party lightsSame old popping and party hoppingAll of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong roadLeading you back to crack, it's a known factIt is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help yaI'll be your leaning pole when you're falling downI'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later) From Letras Mania