Keisha's Song [Her Pain]
Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard
Flagging down all of these flashy cars
Uh, and Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore
She take 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
Bumpin' "Brenda's Got a Baby" while
A pervert yellin' at her
And she capture features of a woman
But only seventeen
Then seven cars start honking
She start running like Flo-Jo
Don't care if they Joe Blow
If they got money to blow
A blow job 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 an El Camino parked
And in her heart, she hate it
There, but in her mind, she made it where
Nothin' really matters
So she hit the back seat
Rosa Parks never a factor when
She makin' 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
Undercovers, the 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
Then felt 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 back seat
'Cause Rosa Parks never a factor
When she toppin' 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 realize 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 her 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 fuckin' reason
Why Keisha rushing to that
Block away from Lueders Park
I seen an 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 back seat
Then caught a knife inside the
Bladder, left for dead, raped in the street
Keisha's song, mmm my little sister eleven
I looked her right in the face
The day that I wrote this song
Sat 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 these flashy cars