Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel, The Willie Cottrell Band - Josephine lyrics

God's woman what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you
Can't handle the situation
Sometime 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

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

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 tobasco
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
Infactuated with the life of dope
Fiends and crack pushers
Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers
Putting dope in the cook
Searching for her 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 scratching

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

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
Tie a sock around her arm and
Start shooting up the diesel
Having flashbacks
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, oh
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

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

Josephine, what's wrong, baby? Come on

Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl?
Her little baby's all doped up
Strung out on the world
Try'nna make some quick cash for
A hit of that stash
Listen, baby, you 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?

Up all night, under the party lights
Same old popping and party hopping
All of your so called friends
Are leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact
It is time, that you need 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)