God's woman, going on? I things seem messed up sometime You stressed out and you can't handle the it feels like you lacking the guidance And you don't know what to do but strong And keep in mind that he always you, it's what it is
Josephine, the times are tough to me you just won't get enough The rain wash away your sins be here to do them all over again
Come on, yo, I this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox And her brain is easy to pick like faulty She's awfully hot, asshole like tobasco She used to be thick, like where the hell her ass go
Started smoking weed and graduated to the Thought that she could quit but her wasn't right Infatuated with the life of fiends and crack pushers for old pimps who mack hookers
Putting dope in the cook, searching for her Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the The monkey on her back is now a Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's kill her
The clinic didn't help she another young black woman her pretty image and her health Got me to myself, damn, how can this happen? I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and
Josephine, the are getting tough Seems to me you just won't get The rain won't away your sins You'll be here to do them all again
She wakes up with an to get high Everyday the routine needing the mood of fix to get by So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the Tie a sock her arm and shooting up the diesel
Had a back, screwing some dude up in his hashback The night before, body still sore, her ass crack A John, she met her through Tom She passed out with the syringe stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her mind the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with Lost her appetite, hardly slept in
Now it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked With the wrong penis with diseases Two months pregnant, around her fetus But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the
Josephine, the are getting tough Seems to me you won't get enough The rain won't wash away your You'll be here to do them all over
Yo, what your gonna think of you girl? Her little baby's all doped up, out on the world Tryna make some cash for a hit of that stash Listen, baby, you up much too fast
Uh, this goes out to every project and ghetto For getting high, using drugs on every level Living your life, day and night, getting You better leave those alone, feel me?
Up all night, under the lights Finger and party hopping All of your so called friends are leading you the wrong road Leading you back to crack, a known fact
And it is time you need me I'll be to help ya be your leaning pole when you're falling down I'll be when you're falling down, sooner or later, oh yeah