She be forgetting to bleach her hands the same amount of time as her face
She was so fukking beautiful man
All that black sexellence gone to the plastic surreal flesh of illusion and botch
Her beauty was faded because her spirit was jaded
gone are the days of having a crush on you
welcome the seconds of how long are you going to continue
to hide such a beauty from Hardcore poster coming soon
while teenage prospects snuck your CD in the room
consume lyrics of sex appeal and being a boss bytch
but deep inside you have no wishes of be such
you soon experiment with breast enhancements
lip reductions, skin restructures, and other elements
Big looking down and can't recognize a old friend
for he seen a heaven away that the friendship has ended
you depend on the wisdom of others but never went to your fellow sister
or around the Brooklyn way brother
now your spirit is smothered of European ideology of what pretty is
while we still pull out the Hardcore poster
wandering when will you reappear....
That poster got me on my coffee house shyt...sorry I got carried away