Standing at the bus stop
Sucking on a lollipop

Face caked up
With make up

Mini skirt on
Thinking she bad to the bone

Watching all the cars go by
Hoping to catch one to the Dope boys eye

The last one already hit it
So of course he already quit it

She doesn't care
He gave her some money for her hair

Fourteen years old baby girl
Lying saying she 17 almost legal to the world

Don't understand her worth
Mama didn't care for her at her birth

Don't know who her daddy is
All she know her mama got six kids

Don't know she headed the same route
Don't know she being assasinated by self doubt

Not worrying about no STD's
Just worrying about getting on her knees

All because they told her she good
And they running her damn name through out the hood

Her girls ain't no better
Birds of a feather flock together

A group of lil girls turning tricks
Ready to lay on their backs and licky lick

All because of what they didn't get taught
All because they never got caught

Caught up with the reality of death
Not taking heed a STD could bring on your last breath

I wish they had a place where they could go
Go and learn to just say no

No to this scandolous world and fast life
Rescued before they end in constant strife.

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