Keisha's Song (Her Pain) - Kendrick Lamar, Ashtro Bot

Fancy girls

On Long Beach Blvd

Flagging down

All of these flashy cars

And Lord knows she’s beautiful

Lord knows the usuals

Leaving her body sore

She take the little change she make

To fix her nail cuticles, lipstick is suitable

To make you fiend for more

She play Mr. Shakur

That’s her favorite rapper

Bumping «Brenda's Got A Baby»

While a pervert yelling at her

And she capture features of a woman

But only 17 and 7 cars start honkin'

She start running like FLo-Jo

Don’t care if they Joe Blow

If they got money to blow a blow job is a sure go And sure enough don’t see a dime of dirty dollars

She givin' all to her daddy but she don’t know her father, that’s ironic

See a block away from Lueders park, I seen the El Camino parked

In her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where

Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat

Rosa Parks never a factor when she making ends meet

And Lord knows she’s beautiful

Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore

Her anatomy is God’s temple, and it’s quite simple

Her castle is about to be destroyed, she’s always paranoid

Watching the law inside the streets undercovers

the dummies that look like decoys

Remember, sergeant let her slide, said if he seen

What’s between her thighs he’d compromise, to no surprise

She took the ultimatum around the alleyway and gave him

A warm welcome to fill him right below the navel

Though he was wired up like a pair of jumping cables

His eyes was closed shut, prior charges, he had waived em It was a block away from Lueders Park, I seen a squad car parked

And in her heart, she hate it there but in her mind, she made it where

Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat

Cause Rosa Parks never a factor when she topping off police

And Lord knows she’s beautiful

Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore

As she bust down like a 12 bunk on tour

She suddenly realized she’ll never escape the allure

Of the black man, white man, needed satisfaction, at first

It became a practice, but now she’s numb to it Sometimes she wonder if she can do it like nuns do it But she never heard of Catholic religion or sinners' redemption

That sounds foolish, and you can blame it on her mother

For letting her boyfriend slide candy under her cover

Ten months before she was ten

he moved in and that’s when he touched her

This muthaf-cka is the f-cking reason why Keisha rushing through that

Block away from Lueders park, I seen a El Camino park

And in her heart she hate it there but in her mind, she made it where

Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat

And caught a knife inside the bladder, left her dead, raped in the street

Keisha’s song

My little sister eleven, I looked her right in the face

The day that I wrote this song, set her down and pressed play