Текст песни Josephine - Ghostface Killah, Trife da God

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
God's woman... what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometimes
You stressed out and you can't handle the situation
Sometimes 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...

[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 tabasco
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
Infatuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers
Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers
Puttin' dope in the cooker, searching for a 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 scratchin'

[Chorus]

[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 Ghostface Killah - Josephine - Ghostface Killah, Trife da God - http://ru.motolyrics.com/ghostface-killah/josephine-ghostface-killah-trife-da-god-lyrics.html
Tie a sock around her arm and start shooting up the diesel
Had a flash back, 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, while 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]

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Josephine, what's wrong, baby?
Come on...

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl?
Her little baby's all doped up, strung out on the world
Tryin' to make some quick cash for a hit of that stash
Listen, baby, you're 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?

[Willie Cottrell]
Up all night, under the party lights, oh yeah
Finger poppin' and party hoppin'
All of your so called friends, all leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact
Anytime that you need me, call 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)
Oh yea...