Keisha's Song (Her Pain) [feat. Ashtro Bot]

Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard

Flagging down all of these flashy cars

And Lord knows she's beautiful

Lord knows the usuals, leaving her body sore

She takes the little change she make to fix her nail cuticles

Lipstick is suitable to make you fiend for more

She play Mr. Shakur, that's her favorite rapper

Bumping "Brenda's Got a Baby" while a pervert yelling at her

And she capture features of a woman, but only seventeen

The seven cars start honking

She start running like Flow-Jo

Don't care if they Joe Blow or if they got money to blow

A blowjob is a sure go

And sure enough don't see a dime of dirty dollars

Just give it all to her daddy, but she don't know her father

That's ironic

See, a block away from Lueders Park

I seen the El Camino parked

And in her heart, she hate it there

But in her mind, she made it where

Nothing really matters, so she hit the backseat

Rosa Parks never a factor when she making ends meet

Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard

Flagging down all of these flashy cars

And Lord knows she's beautiful

Lord knows the usuals, leaving her body sore

Her anatomy is God's temple

And it's quite simple, her castle is 'bout to be destroyed

She's always paranoid

Watching the law inside the streets

Undercover's and dummies that look like decoys

Remember Sergeant let her slide

Said if he seen what's between her thighs, he'd compromise

To no surprise, she took the ultimatum 'round the alleyway and gave him

A warm welcome that filled him right below the navel

Though he was wired up like a pair of jumping cables

His eyes was closed shut, prior charges, he had waived 'em

It was a block away from Lueders Park

I seen a squad car parked

And in her heart, she hate it there

But in her mind, she made it where

Nothing really matters, so she hit the backseat

'Cause Rosa Parks never a factor when she topping off police

Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard

Flagging down all of these flashy cars

And Lord knows she's beautiful

Lord knows the usuals, leaving her body sore

As she bust down like a twelve bunk on tour

She suddenly realized she'll never escape the allure

Of a black man, white man needing satisfaction

At first it became a practice, but now she's numb to it

Sometimes she wonder if she can do it like nuns do it

But she never heard of Catholic religion or Sinner's Redemption

That sounds foolish

And you can blame it on the mother

For letting her boyfriend slide candy under her cover

Ten months before she was ten

He moved in and that's when he touched her

This motherfucker is the fucking reason

Why Keisha rushing through that

Block away from Lueders Park

I seen the El Camino parked

And in her heart, she hate it there

But in her mind, she made it where

Nothing really matters, still, she hit the backseat

Then caught a knife inside the bladder

Left for dead, raped in the street, Keisha's song

My little sister eleven

I looked her right in the face

The day that I wrote this song

Set her down and pressed play

Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard

Flagging down all of these flashy cars

Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard

Oh, flagging down all of those flashy cars