Christine, young queen from around the blockWalking through the neighborhood to the sounds of pop
If you seen her off the top, you would say she looks so lovely
But everyday she tell herself she was so ugly
Say her butt was too big, nose too flat
Skin too dark and lips too fat
All that blush and eyeshadow just to cover the fact
What was hiding under that was her stuck in a trap
Wanted to look like a model in a magazine
Didnâ??t care if Martin Luther King had a dream
All she wanted was a reason for some self-esteem
And to think Christine was only seventeen
Started seeing white dudes to make her feel special
Started to take the self-hate to another level
Alcohol to weed, weed to cocaine
Whatever it would take so she could feel no pain
It was a cold game; her freedom never came
Pipe to her fat lips, needle to her vein
And with emotion silently, she said â??ready, aimâ??
Looked in the mirror and put the heater to her brain
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Drowning
But I just canâ??t get up
Gas me for a little, compress before my body gives up
Iâ??m living like Iâ??m prepared to die
Tell my mama, â??donâ??t wait upâ??
â??Cause Iâ??m battling the beasts tonight
And the men they made of
Fifteen, just a boy, and heâ??s tattooed up
Bald head, brown skin, he had an old man gut
Had an old man strut from many years in the hood
His presence by itself had the police shook
â??Cause he was young, he was brown, he was down with the set
But that wasnâ??t really what had the police upset
See, at sixteen he was so far up ahead of his grade
Heâ??s the hope of the ghetto, heâ??s gonna get us all saved
Straight â??Aâ?? student, he was graduating early
Full scholarship to any Cali university
So early Thursday, January 39,
â??Lone gunman on the loose,â?? and he kinda had the same frame
He went to trial at the age of sixteen
And the judge (?) was doing untold things
So as they raped him in prison, little boy doing life
He could only escape by wondering what college was like
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