I use to know a girl.
Do you still know this girl?
I use to blame this girl.
I use to be ashamed of this girl.
Sixteen with a dream.
The innocence is merely just an act.
I can tell you stories of boys that play
a role of a man that don't love you for a fact.
I know this girl who fell for a boy because of the rap.
Rap good game.
Rap pretty frames.
Put you on a crane, tell her,
" You not the same"
I know this boy.
Dressed to impress.
All the more to hide the pain from the unsuccessful finesse.
Together girl meets boy.
Just to create a mess.
If I told her, her worth was far more valuable than all that stress.
Maybe she would of listen.
Maybe she wouldn't have felt the pain of less.
Seventeen. Feels like a dream.
Please don't cry. I know there's a God.
If He's listening tell him take care of whats been created inside.
Maybe this was part of the dream
I know a girl with carriage.
Dreams to go to Paris.
I pray her parents aren't embarrassed.
I know a girl without a mirror asking God "who is the fairest?"
Pain could never come any sooner.
The stars meet the moon but the sun didn't bloom.
I mean without the sun the seed won't grow.
Doctor says "I'm sorry Miss, but this happens more than you know."
If there is a God. How could this happen?
I know she's seventeen with carriage.
I know it's meant for marriage.
God said this isn't your dream.
Girl don't give up Paris.
"For the Lord God will help me; therefore I will not be disgraced; therefore I have set my face like a flint, and I know that I will not be ashamed." -Isaiah 50:7