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