Lost & Found by Ghostwridah
Young girl, bright mind, wrong place, right time
No money, three kids, dropped out, great night
Baby daddy shot down, both parents not around
Now you gotta free from yourself and the current
boyfriend don�t help
On the couch all day, no work, all play
Blame that you can�t find a job, but that�s what they
all say
Late nights on the pole, take it all off for a buck
75 dollars for a head, a hundred more get you fuck
Hate your life, but you live it, pray to God you�re
forgiven
Go to church, pay the taxes with the same money made
off stripping
What a trip, don�t fall, hoping that the doc don�t call
Hoping that your cough gets better, hopping that it
ain�t brief letters
If it is, oh well, that�s the life, no bell
No hope, just pray, no help, just stairs
Gotta keep your head up high, can�t let them hold you
down
Tales of a hood near you, stories of the lost and
found.
Oh, I keep running, running round
With my hands all full of clouds
And my dreams are not let down
In the lost and found.
They keep coming, coming down
Now my tears have over now
Someone help me, tell me can you direct me
To the lost and found?
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