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| Haystak The Natural Different Kinda Lady Verse 1: She was the prom queen, the world was hers, with a wave of her hand, whisper words, hearts broken by her bitterness, addicted to the sweetness of a gentle kiss, lost, ina search for somethin' she may never find, never know if she don't try and the results will come in time, no time to smell the roses let alone slow dance, to many bad memories of forgotten romance, he walked out, slammed the door, damn him, she didn't need him, she had to clothe him and feed him, alone after so long, she gave up hope, convinced all men were abusive, undependable, hetherns that sold dope,Mr. Right wasn't comin, a fact that she would have to face, she didn't have no time to waste, she had a man to raise, no man to chase, sick of livin' in this blasted place, no time to sit around weepin' like a basket case, her son, made it all worth while, the only man that ever got to see him smile, she reminised about her lifestyle before the baby came, she did what responsible people do, she changed, CHORUS: She's a different kinda lady, she got off the drugs too, she's a different kinda lady, she got off the drugs too. VERSE 2: She was my best friend, my playmate, moved in next door just before the first grade, we ran foot races, climbed trees, caught insects, before money, and sex, powder and x, before popularity became so crucial, she had love and the feeling was mutual, we used to cut our feet barefooted in chipped glass, now we're blowing smoke through skimmed glass, new friends came, and with 'em came change, the pressure was on, but little mama maintained, she began to drift away, the distance between us grew wider, didn't have to speak to me, I can see the hurt inside her, I heard the words out her mouth, but they don't reflect what she really feels, I;ve seen that smile before, I know it isn't real, artificial happiness, superficial friends, a nonstop whirlwind, when will it all end, her eyes rolled back, she began to convulse, they searched for a heartbeat but she had no pulse, autopsy reports show she mixed powder and downers, none of her new friends were around her when her family found her but.... CHORUS VERSE 3: She was young girl 17 if i recollect correctly, a baby with a baby, that baby was me, she worked everyday, still it wasn't enough, the world was rough, old girl was tough, dropped me off in the mornin', come back and get me in the afternoon, free spirits lost bein' guided by the moon, used to take me to church, try to make me a man, but hard times put drastic changes in plan, she was out there, everytime she got up she fell again, in love with a basket, stayed in and out the penn, alcoholic, addict, never try to change himself, beat her to a pulp and make her blame herself, i tried to talk to her, mama you don't have to stay, just pack your bags and go you can walk away, she tell me 'bout this pain hopin' I'd never experience it, baby boy love is some serious shit, I prayed for change, eventually it came, like rays of light after days of rain, she turned her life, never to return, still tempted by the fire, just tired of bein' burned. CHORUS |
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