The Deadly Seven
Cigarettes and vodka
Who's going to stop her
Her soul is crumbling, her words are mumbling
Her head is spinning and her steps are heavy
She thinks she's winning and now she's ready
Gets on stage for everyone to see
Body of goddess, moves like a gypsy
Her mind ain't right and her heart is broke
The lights are dimmed out by the smoke
The men are touching, head to toe
The outside world labels her a hoe
She has three babies and her rent is due
What if that women up there was you
Shes just another number, but she has a name
An alter ego can be such a shame
She walked in on a one tracked mind
The money was fast and it wasn't a crime
No more days running with dope boys and hustlas
It changed to late nights and regular customers
Feet were aching, babysitter trippin, she caves in to her addiction
Cigarettes and vodka
Who's going to stop her
This the way of life just for the night
Hangover in the morning head is hurtin
Feeds her kids proper proportions
Get in the game, but don't let the game get in you
Soul recognize soul I thought you knew.
1/31/2016
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