Hands pressed together uplifted to the ceiling/ knee’s kneel on the floor / head bowed praying to God/ to make it out/ a victim of a dark world/ with demons trying to pull me away from the lord/ all my life I had to fight call me Mrs. Sophia/ a child from the projects/ niggas killed by the time they hit your door step/ cold hearts a city full of troubled souls/ murders and heroin addicts kicking down your door/ your mom best friend man/ was a child pervert feeling on us as little girls/ and when the truth came out why we became the enemies/ never was he sent to prison/ never was he the enemy/ this is not the first time that a sick grown nigga came at me/ my aunt supplier tried to buy with his money/ and she still associated with the nigga/ hmm now aint that shit funny/ no wonder as a little girl I became a little bi curious/ I had a girl friend but the trick was so delirious/ I had to let her go/ I didn't blame my mom for our problems cause she was always had to work/ I mom was never alert to our problems as kids/ it was our so called family that allowed the shit/ just like my brother being turned out by his male cousin/ sick shit in my family just ignored it/

Chorus

These are my bad memories hunting me like a ghost

Verse 2

I didn't have the brand clothes in high school/ I was the quite kid that received a free school lunch/ dark skin/ so I wasn't popular at all/ I didn't have the boys attention at all/ I didn't really give a damn/ I just didn't understand why females hated me/ my note book in pen was my best friend to me/ I filled it with words like a journal/ from every bad memory from my mom and my aunts being abused/ frustration pouring through my mind/ so misunderstood/ hung with a lot of niggas but don’t call me hoe/ started rapping because it released my negativity/ I tried to kill myself from this dysfunctional family/ it’s not make believe its all reality/ if I don’t express myself my memories a keep hunting me/ time after time like Cindy Lauper/ that’s why I don’t let my guard down when it comes to my son or daughter/ smoke your ass like gun powder from a canon/ so many sick mutherfuckers/ a mentally break a person spirit/ but only you can become your worse enemy/ either let that shit eat you/ cause holding it in don’t work for me/