In 1st grade, I was to raise
I didn't have time to play
I was only good for a couple of days
I put that to rest
And decided to play a game
Good girl gone bad
Because I blew it
All because I wanted to impress the other ones
She said I won't make it pass 23
But I say you can't time death
Because time is like space
And it's hard to understand
How a young black girl's life can turn to the west
And now look at me
Maybe everything that happened was for the best
And maybe i write poems
To help the rest.
