it's a real story it does happend to one of the women i know .. hope you will like it .. feedback would be appreciated guys
(verse1)
Here comes a little story . . . about an innocent child,
A daughter, sister, nd clubber. . for a little meant while,
But it wasn't like that.............from the very beginning,
she used to ace stats nd wear badges all over her linen,
She wasn't a book worm she was more like a centipede,
The reads just helped her escape from all of her pleads,
She wasn't skinny nor fat or have braces or glasses,
She wasn't a hoe and she didn’t like showing her assets,
So automatically that made her an outcast and a loser,
So when it came time to Prom, nobody would choose her,
Her first year at college she met a beauty in chemistry,
"Thanks for hanging out, even if you only do it to copy me,
So the two became friends nd the loser was finally accepted,
Had a make over and even a shopping spree to correct it,
Getting drunk at parties, making out with guys to prove,
She was cool for living lies nd drinking all of that booze,
She became a binge drinker and her grades became poor,
Experimented with lesbianism and then labeled a whore,
It's true and this is all very sad because basically,
NONE OF THIS COMPARES TO WHEN SHE DISCOVERED... L.S.D,
(Verse 2)
She moved slowly through the crowd, head spinning and dazed,
The illusions brought her a new life, more fittingly displayed,
Time was passing fast, and she was enjoying herself thoroughly,
She didn't realize she had dug herself a hole, and kept burrowing,
Her friends found her amusing, just kept her around for the kicks,
She didn't understand, her pals were as real as what she saw in her trips,
Lost what she once had, saying, "Fuck the future, live life in the past,
Loving drugs, screwed grades, she could never say "Oh, I think I'll pass,
She steadily grew accustomed to sleeping around and acting sleazy,
Her reputation had gone far past... "Oh her, ya dude she's easy,
She had lost appreciation for the beauty and frailty of her life,
She had lost herself to drugs, and she couldn't make it right,
Days went by, but it was like she was standing still in time,
She went further then acid, started dealing with needles and lines,
After a while, she lost control, and just couldn't take life serious,
Experimenting was over, it had all been done, how could she be curious,
If I could have been there, I know things wouldn't be like they are,
Her degree would be finished, she'd be a doctor or mapping the stars,
But life has a funny way of destroying what you have tried to make,
a sister who had left a free woman, and now she can't even escape,