man shes ****ed up, and ain't a damn thing new

she got sexed by her dad and her brothers too

and when u ask her was she loved she'd remember back

to a time when her hair flowed down her back

shes so self-aware, her mommy smoke that crack and ain't going nowhere

and poppa, she gon' tell the truth

she hate him but she love him and she can't break loose

the grip that he got is so definitive

she wanna drown her tears in low-rate sedatives.

give her freedom she deserves it much,

every man she ever loved only wanted to ****

i pity her and her sit-u-ation, but do i empathize wit her sit-ti-ation

what?!

so if i die today i can say, that i read about that girl today,


that i thought about that girl today,

and i'm so damn serious

every day's a blessing and i know u hear me lord.

laffayette

that's terrible. (the situation, not the writing). I hope it's not about someone you know.

it conveys to the readers pity. Although the grammar is bad I liked it. and I do pity that girl.