Josephine

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] God's woman, what's going on? I know things seem messed up sometime You stressed out and you can't handle the situation Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance And you don't know what to do, but stay strong And keep in mind that he always loves you It's what it is That's right sugar love Come on [Chorus: Willie Cottrell] Josephine, the times are getting tough Seems to me, you just won't get enough The rain, won't wash away, your sins You'll be here, to do them all over again [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain The monkey on her back is now a gorilla Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her The clinic didn't help (Nope) she just another young black woman Destroying her pretty image and her health Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen? I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching [Chorus: Willie Cottrell] Josephine, the times are getting tough Seems to me, you just won't get enough The rain, won't wash away, your sins You'll be here, to do them all over again [Verse 2: Trife Da God] She wakes up, with an urge to get high Everyday, the same routine, needing a morning fix to get by So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle Tie a sock around her arm and start shooting up the diesel Having flashbacks, screwing some dude up in his hatchback The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack A regular John, she met him through Tom She passed out with the syringe still stuck in her arm Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her damn mind From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with AIDS Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days Now it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases Two months pregnant, carrying around her fetus But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners [Chorus: Willie Cottrell] Josephine, the times are getting tough Seems to me, you just won't get enough The rain, won't wash away, your sins You'll be here, to do them all over again [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Josephine, what's wrong, baby? Come on [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl? Her little baby's all doped up, strung out on the world Try'nna make some quick cash for a hit of that stash Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast Uh, this goes out to every project and every ghetto For those getting high, using drugs on every level Living your life, day and night, getting stoned You better leave those drugs alone, feel me? [Outro: Willie Cottrell] Up all night, under the party lights Same old popping and party hopping All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down I'll be there, when you falling down (Sooner or later)