Crooked I - Auplelia lyrics

This one's dedicated to my home girl, Auplelia Payne She was a ghetto little girl who became a young woman Didn't have no kids, didn't plan on one coming And n***az who wasn't bout sh**, she'd run from em From a welfare family, look how the slums done em Daddy was an alcoholic so her mama dissed him Her gang banging brother was a homicide victim One of her other younger brothers locked by the system She sent him letters, couldn't describe how she missed him Told him jobs in the hood ain't plenty So I'm part-timing it at Denny's But she didn't tell him at night she's strip club waitress serving Henny Rocking lace stockings and a mini Customers ask if they could buy s**ual favors Even the women want bis**ual favors But she don't get down like that and so they label her a hater Go on, baby, tell them what you're made of You don't know what to do, you gotta make it through I feel your pain You gotta keep on fighting and you will get to the better days I feel your pain Keep pushing, you'll be fine, don't give in, you'll be alright I feel your pain Now she wanna go to school so she enrolled in night cla**es Told her friends about it but they acted like a**es They don't know we can't let this life pa** us Jet black hair, shaded eye gla**es Standing on the bus stop like a poster of dignity Even though n***az push crack in that vicinity You keep your identity Rest in peace, big bro tatted on your left arm in beautiful caligraphy It'll be a cold day in hell when you give up You got a game plan to pull that european whip up Get a interior decorator to fix your crib up For being sick of the bullsh**, I give you big ups A lot of your homegirls, they ain't built the same You tell them to get off they a** but they still remain Lead by example though, k** the game And one day they can build and change I feel your pain You don't know what to do, you gotta make it through I feel your pain You gotta keep on fighting and you will get to the better days I feel your pain Keep pushing, you'll be fine, don't give in, you'll be alright I feel your pain She was a ghetto little girl who became a young woman And three years from now, she got a son coming Today she in a 600, look at her stunting While naysayers was fronting, she went and done something Made it out of school, got two coupes to twirl On the weekends she speaks at a youth group for girls Teach them how to properly move through the world Droppin j**els of wisdom if you choose the pearls Got her own business and she's barely even 30 She said I prayed for strength and, baby, god heard me Got accountants now, employees, and attorneys Found a real n***a who appreciates her journey Ain't gotta do it alone, got a loan Moved mamma right out of the criminal zone Got a front and back bone when little bro come home Now she even got her own song I feel your pain You don't know what to do, you gotta make it through I feel your pain You gotta keep on fighting and you will get to the better days I feel your pain Keep pushing, you'll be fine, don't give in, you'll be alright I feel your pain Yeah, you know what I'm saying? This one goes out to my homegirl, Auphelia Payne. You know sometimes we as men always focus on our own problems and we Ignore the problems that our women are going through. You know what I'm Saying? But if nobody else care about your everyday stuggle, you gotta know That I do. Smile, baby girl, it's gonna be alright. We gonna make it through The storm and watch the sunshine. I feel your pain I feel your pain I know your going through a thang Everything will be okay The sun shines after rain Hey, I feel your pain I know your going through a thang Everything will be okay The sun shines after rain