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Have you heard the news today? |
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They say a little fourteen year old girl had a baby on the way |
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Too much for her little mind to bare |
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An' that type of news, to her mama, she cannot spare |
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Toilet Tisha |
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Damn, we miss ya |
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Toilet Tisha |
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Is the issue |
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Damn we miss ya |
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Toilet Tisha |
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Damn we miss ya |
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Don't go away |
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Don't go away |
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Go away from me girl |
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I can help you |
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Don't go away |
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Don't you dare leave me |
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Don't go away |
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Five thousand, one hundred ten days |
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Is a short period of time, a mere fourteen years |
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On this precious mother earth |
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You see Tisha had issues |
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An' her decision making skills were still in it's early stages |
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Know what |
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I am talking about |
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Therefore she could not properly handle a blessing in which |
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She thought to be an obstacle in her path to adulthood |
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PauseJust like a brother with a thousand pauses |
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Should I, |
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Shouldn't |
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I? I can't, |
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I have toMama will never see me the same |
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Daddy and big mama, |
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I know all of them gonna be ashamed of me |
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Are just a few thoughts racing through her cranium |
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As she sits on top of the pale, cold porcelain seat |
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In the rear of the house |
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The unthinkable |
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Moments away from becoming reality, sadly with no clue |
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No way of expressing her feeling to her mama |
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Or anybody else in her life |
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Tisha now came to the crossroads |
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An' now she got to choose |
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FatalityFatality |
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FatalityFatality |