[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
God's woman... what's going on?
I know things seem messed up
sometime
You stressed out and you can't
handle the situation
Sometime it feels like
you lacking the guidance
And you don't know what
to do... but stay strong
And keep in mind that he
always loves you...
It's what it is... that's
right sugar love
Come on...
[Chorus: Willie Cottrell] Josephine, the times are getting
[Ghostface Killah] Yo, I know
this chick from the hood
named Courtney Cox
And her brain is easy to pick
like faulty locks
She's awfully hot,
asshole burning like tobasco
She used to be thick,
it's like where the hell her ass go
Started smoking weed and gradu
ated to the pipe
Thought that she could quit but
her calculations wasn't right
Infactuated with the life of dope fiends
and crack pushers
Prostituting for old pimps
who mack hookers
Putting dope in the cook,
searching for her vein
Tracks all over her arms,
she never felt the pain
The monkey on her back
is now a gorilla
Fiending for a hit knowing one
day it's gon' kill her
The clinic didn't help (nope) she just
another young black woman
Destroying her pretty image and her health
Got me thinking to myself, damn,
how could this happen?
I seen her on the corner, nodding off,
sniffin' and scratching
God]
She wakes up, with an urge to get high
Everyday, the same routine,
needing the mood of fix to get by
So she reaches for her purse,
grab the bag and the needle
Tie a sock her arm and start
shooting up the diesel
Had a flesh back, screwing some dude
up in his hashback
The night before, body still sore,
holding her ass crack
A regular John,
she met her through Tom
She passed out with the syringe
still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death,
oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world,
feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up in a desperate rage,
was blessed with AIDS
Lost her appetite,
hardly slept in days
Now it's too late, praying to Jesus,
she fucked around
With the wrong penis,
contaminated with diseases
Two months pregnant,
carrying around her fetus
But they found her on Broad,
in the dumpster, behind the cleaners
[Ghostface Killah] Yo, what
your momma gonna
think of you girl?
Her little baby's all doped up,
strung out on the world
Try'nna make some quick cash
for a hit of that stash
Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast
Uh, this goes out to every
project and every ghetto
For those getting high,
using drugs on every level
Living your life, day and night,
getting stoned
You better leave those drugs alone, feel me?
[Willie Cottrell]
Up all night, under the party lights
Same old popping and party hopping
All of your so called friends,
are leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack,
it's a known fact
It is time, that you need me,
I'll be there, to help ya
I'll be your leaning pole when
you're falling down
I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later
)
