I'm sixteen and sexy, and I share that with no one, I'm sixteen and sexy but i realize that wont last long, So I take especial care in my social business to ensure that everyone around me will be able to bear witness to the kind of revolutionary greatness that i possess - oh yes, and i refuse - i say I refuse to become some sleazy hoe that undresses becuase some lightskin niggah told me so, i know that I'm meant for more, i know that im meant to be called something significantly more respectable than just a whore, i know that my life has meaning and value just as yours, Our hearts all pump the same blood and in the kinship of man were all capable of the same love, but times have gotten mighty dark and dank, There's bodies in the street - a deathly stank, We've robbed ourselves - indebted at the moral bank, Were pounding nails in our own coffins - just let that sink, in these mournful times people will reach out for a helping hand or they wont, but its your choice whether you aid your people or don't, but I promise you'll only feel remorsee if you haven't, b/c you'll recieve the same treatment and emotionally wreak havoc, and honestly that's where i feel im at,.... right where im at, right where im at.... My father passed away from an enlarged heart, and that harsh reality tore my ten year old world apart, This was my fault, If only I hadnt stolen that chocolate, if only i had done right, "if onlys' were the only thing going through my mind that night, I reached out for a warm hug a reassuring embrace and i gott was a cold shoulder and a pitiful face, That was the moment that my humanity was compromised and malice took its place, And that's not something that time can just earase, It festers and lives in my spirit, permanately engraved into the essence of my being, and that's something evry day more and more i am seeing, not just in me but in my fellow people, our savagery is revealing, our hearts and minds tainted by vengeance and evil, benevolence is ever fleeting, oh this atrocity, this monstrosity is all too real, ... too real, too real... At the end of the we'll all still have zeal, But no one left to express those feelings for, Because all of our trust in others has been thrown out the door, Since the first stabbing of our first brother in this ceaseless war, Which only persists because forgiveness and maturity does not exist, In a vindictive philosophy, Oh someone please come talk to me, To make this a long story short; There are some beauties in life that will last only the length of a breath and when you allow tragedies to define your attitude toward life and toward people, it makes it that much harder for your existence to be appreciated.
