Who Shotcha
After all of the hard hits
And you hitting the fake witch
And calling the sweet schoolteachers name
You feel the fires of hell and have the
Smell of urination and defecation
And you're tired from a beating
And penetration from all those dudes
Three strikes you're out. No doubt
Jail three times in year and freaked
A darling dear called her another name
The freaking name of fame. Bullets fly
To finish you off to let you know who's
The boss of the BR streets, not ya.
They all wanna know who beat your
Ass. How and why you left alone the
Head of the class for a witch who is
Low class and called the head of the
Class's name as you did your thang
Because she both has your heart
And your brain and for a split second
You realize that you she did tame
You call her name but realize she
Not anywhere near you anymore
She let you in her door as a stranger
And loved on you and now you're
In danger and can no longer see
All of the peeps in the streets
But the lady who loved you and
Was so sweet indeed and wish
That you never treated her the
Way you did and they shoot
You again and all you can think
Of is how she attacked you with
Her love and you did to her the
Same and the last love encounter
You wanted to have her name
Tatted on your rib and you know
What that symbol is. All you don't
Know is who shotcha? But that
Teacher ain't around it wasn't
Her. Cupid shotcha heart but
Who shotcha on your legs
Lower part? Who Shotcha?
Was it that other witch or
Was it the peeps in the streets
From teacher they blockedya?
Who shotcha?
wrote 12-28-10
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