I sat in my room
thinking what would become of me
I got up and threw on my fruit of the lume
I left the house to pick up a trim
the stylist said theres nothin i can do with you
your just an imitation of lil kim
you might as well just go home foo
no no this wasn't right
theres nothin else i can do
soon ill be on the streets pickin just the right fight
my mom said I'm going no where
at fifteen ill be helpin my kid fly his own kite
this is silly i just dont care
this isnt right
pce
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