A little girl so young out there grown like the rest of the women

Should be in school but out in the streets doing grown folks business

Pushing in the company where one calls him self a MAN does the pimping

First period seven

Lost virginity at eleven

Afraid to confess her sins to the church and the reverend

Some dollars to make her holler

You can get her if you got it

Her childhood in womanhood like a shadow it stalks

With her Jesus, he walks

Along with subconscious thoughts in her mind the devil talks

When she was younger scared of monsters in the nights and days

Now she’s walking the alley and her new monster is AIDS

Monster of epidemic disease, it spreads

Crazy how you living but you dead

Counting the seconds and days where you sleep forever in your deathbed

Cause it's no imagination like Michael Jackson “Thriller”

Real world like African- American females number one killer

Crack, smoke the pipe

Sex, lay the pipe

Now precious one is dead

Would she be like her mother the world said?

Down her to whore and blockhead

Child born a miracle from everyday, but from an awkward situation