Im In Love Wit A Stripper

I live In a world where girls get treated like women
And women get treated like they aint been beaten
And mentally defeated by someone she loved who cheated
I greet it wit child like optimism like if her pops wasn't in prison she would've listen when he mentioned foul mens intentions
Instead she twerking for hair extensions popping scripts to help ease the tension of stripping not for tuition but mainly for attention and to avoid eviction
Conviction by her peers got her drowning in tears in recent years she's encountered more assholes than queers living the life of her mothers worse fears
Cold beers and Hard Liquor make painful memories disappear quicker
Praying for the day she can wake up to the same MAN instead of a different n***a
Tricking to keep the lights on although she sit at home wit no lights on wondering where her life went wrong

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