Another Chance (Prod. by Ashod)
I keep my Hip Hop raw, and reality based.
Lyrics
Needle stuck in the arm of her stick figure form/
Get that rush of the high but she's crushed inside/
Don't give a f*** of the harm as each hit lingers on/
Trying to justify, her lust to fly/
It sucks to cry, but she must get by/
Sheltered under damaged ceilings' in abandoned buildings/
Feeding the crave it's evil she says, don't do it/
I'm roped into music, f*** the dope of a new fix/
Watching as she withdrawals speaks tragedy and pitfalls/
Wrong turns longing to churn and nurse that heartburn/
Homeless and hungry, feeling ugly and weak/
But it's hard to eat when you're starved to tweak/
The spark was fleet when change had proclaimed to have arisen/
But the cards didn't play out to her established vision/
Encouragement to fix this was interpreted to give in/
From jail service to stripping quick to burn a turn at living/
Chorus: Turning through the pages of life without a second glance/
Now she's on the stage, lights burnin her flesh she dance/
Put the faceless on parade, no methods to advance/
Draped in lingerie waiting for another chance/
Audiences sneer with greed, cling to selfish desires/
Not knowing deep down, she's in the hell pits of fire/
Helpless and tired of false statements pleasure long faces/
Of men lookin' for love in all the wrong places/
Home she's beaten for hours, doesn't retreat or cower/
Lets deceit overpower and cease the growth of a flower/
Numbing the pain, battered in a love confliction/
Dug in the vein, to gather up from the affliction/
Conversate on cold nights, hoping that she holds tight/
Says she needs control of life take steps to set goals right/
Facing uphill battles, base of her will unravels/
She stays filling the shadows, chasing bills heals the sad soul/
Turning through the pages of life without a second glance/
Now she's gone away, I hope she can reset your stance/
No one should be placed on parade, then guttered once enhanced/
Draped in lingerie waiting for another chance/"
