Dear annie
I pray u understand me
Before u pop that pill n have sex
Wit that boy Sammy
Ive been were you are
Nervous sweaty n clammy
Trying hard to ignore
That bitch of a whore
Tammy
But she ain't been feelin dandy
Since dad did himself a Favor
Took her to bed massaged her back then Raped her
See life is star dust
N deaths a shooting creator
So I hope this prayer reaches u before we turn to vapor
I Amit I've been abusive
And somewhat fluid thru my music
To the point sam would have u think that I'd want u ta do it
But b4 u go
Or let that boy cum
All he wanna do is let those bullets out that gun
He ain't whispering soft nothings
It's just hard ta hear something
After a night clubin
Till ya legs tire from jumpin
N ya arms need appendages
While fiends sneak syringes in
N guys Rufie all the beverages



Now that I'm in college n family is missing
I guess I'll get that attention
From that boy I've been kissing
He told that he loves me
N I'm starting to believe him
Plus I can't live withouthim
N I swore I'd never leave him
We been talkin for a while
But Mommie didn't kno
Sh'ed Proly call me a hoe
N say he was to old
But she don't lite a fire when my heart be turnin cold
N she don't fill da whole
That drills into my soul
I think I'm out my mind
And my map has no
Design
N it seems like he's the only thing that's looks at me as fine
Tavon don't understand
He even calls me st.Anne
N I hate to bust his bubble
But I already shook da can
I'm fizzin out the top
I'm feelin out the box
If he don't like the new me
He ca kick sum rocks
I'm more of a women now
N I do wat I had to
N be4 u lend opinions
Jus kno no one asked u


I ain't one ta hitch hike
But damit
It's life
Tavons a cock block fuck
N I been Horney all night
Tammy talked me up
N Annie's ready ta go down
But that's beside da point
I truly loved
Havin her around
Still
I ca see why
I'm talked so poorly of
I'm not in school
N drugs were cool
Growin up

Im not a fool

It's just hard doin addition
When your parents did subtraction
Right after u were born
And your Moms scorn kept u warm

Something like a blanket
Damnit
Not makin an excuse
I'm nothin like my dad
I'm on another path
Burnin da tray of ash
Confused enough ta laugh
Listenin to ye
N the ghost of the kids I Neva had
But me n Anne
Were more like Em n Stan
N I'm a fan
Anne
That was da plan
Anne
We were engaged
Anne
Thought I was your man
Anne
Wats up wit that ring on ya hand
I hope ya finger rots off
N the devils Klan
Place u n the pan
Fry Yo ass
Till ya blood cells get a tan
Damn