Ring, Ring
Is anyone home?
I need someone to talk to, can you pick up the phone
Uh,
I'm kinda worry and I'm making it known
This the truth I aint just writing a poem
Tell me,
What do you say to a women that's been raped
By one of her mom's friends wen her mother was alseep
Everyday she come home she greet a new face
Cuz the apartment where she live is such a small place
She told her mom that she tired of these friends
Mom yell "You dont complain when the money coming in"
She crys and crys
And often is sad by
Things changing ever since her dad died
Barely passing her grades
Stuck with a rage
Her mother a prostitute and she claiming that it pays
I know its hard to understand
But she says she don't believe in god
cause she afraid to trust a man
She wanna get out but at the door with a broken key
If you know a way out
She yelling Answer Me!!!
(Sometimes u think you gotta bad and somebody else got it worst)
