Another song about teenage pregnancy...
Underground rapper/producer from Miami, FL.
G2Z is an underground rapper/producer from Miami, FL.
Lyrics
Intro:
Our babies, they grow up so fast these days
So quick to have children of their own
Chorus:
Our babies,
Our babies are having babies
and babies, and babies galore
Our babies,
Our babies are having babies
and babies, and babies galore
Verse:
It was last year, March month, when she got knocked up
Let a brother inside without a condom, then she got impregnated by the hot cum
Then the brother hopped up, left in embarrassment, left her a carriaged kid
Now she's a statistic, tossed in there with percentage and averages
These little boys are savages, squirting semen in vaginal lips
so it seems like a labyrinth, tangled in a maze after seeing it happening
She didn't imagine that she'd conceive from having sex secretly with that young man
that easily sneeked a peak in the sheets just chatting things
Now she missed her menstrual because of her little Mr. Sexual
Skipped her period, it's inevitable, this is serious, yes, she's pregnant too
Another girl who's inflated, populating the world with a baby
Undeservingly maybe, all the stress of it is turning her crazy
Comtemplates abortion, she doesn't know how to face her mother
Explain why her stomach's growing larger and larger during the days of summer
Eventually, the baby's showing, mother finally confronts her
Could have cussed her out, but she spared the moment, instead of shouting, they just hugged up
School starts and she's receiving stares, you can see that she's aware that she's
getting dissed by the meanest peers, but it doesn't bother her, she don't really care
When she sees herself in the mirror, she doesn't seem as filthy or unpure
Criticisms do not strip her bare anymore, she's looking forward, not to the rear
But the babies are reproducing at earlier stages now, it's the movement
Ruining the school districts, nuisance, Girls with faces young, on the food stamps
like it is a new trend or a new dance? Oh, you can not believe it
More intelligence can stop or cease it when fourteen to eighteen drop babies in
Chorus:
Our babies,
Our babies are having babies
and babies, and babies galore
Our babies,
Our babies are having babies
and babies, and babies galore
Outro:
Baby, it's not the end of your life
It's the beginning of a new life
