Keisha

I met her at the pool hall
Shooting dice and hitting licks
Baby named Keisha
Sexy ass hood chick
Pedicured nails
Baby hairs laid back
Acting like she gangster
Mean mugging staring back
Tomboy swag
Pistol in the Louie bag
Lunch at Benihanas
Ordering the Steak and Crab
Bank account stacked
Feeling like I'm hood rich
Got a couple of dope houses
An I smoke the top shit
Many many times
Niggas tried to rob me
Keisha came thru
Brought me the artillery
Bullets start flying
Made them bitches scatter out
Baby with the silencer
Sniper skills without a doubt
Gun still smoking
Me and Keisha hit the street
Looks like they tailing us
Undercover police
Bodies on the resume
Some unaccounted for
Keisha did some county time
Cause she robbed a corner store
Mean mug face
What the fuck are you looking at
Strip club patio
Serving niggas loud packs
Love starting fights
Keisha is always with the shit
Oz full of gas
Always got the blunt lit
Car still following
Pulled into my driveway
Tint real dark
Couldn't really see his face
Dogs keep barking
Turn the fucking tv down
Keisha be quiet
Do you hear that banging sound

We hustled thru the house
Pulling up the room floor
Keisha start yelling
Trying to block the fucking door
Flushing dope packs
Putting all the guns away
The door came down
We'll get the shit another day
Car in the back
Prepped for the getaway
Task force deep
Standing in the hallway
Keisha had to drive
The gas tank is running low
Gotta make a stop
Fill it at the liquor store
Paid at pump
Running from the police
High speed chase
Ran into a palm tree
I barely made it out
She is still in the seatbelt
Had to get ghost
I couldn't stay to fucking help
Lights and the sirens
Made that shit a crime scene
Keisha took the charge
She didn't tell them anything
Paid her bail
Baby on the street again
Keisha and Bruce
Toasting with a Heineken
Time to go to court
Brought in all the evidence
Both lawyers heard
They had to set a precedent
Verdict came down
Keisha gotta do a dime
Instantly a prisoner
Chain gang bus ride
Money on the books
Double sided glass talks
Visit on the weekend
Sweating on the asphalt
Fighting in the pen
Keisha killed an inmate
She faces more time
Changing her Parole date
They gave her life
Never getting out of jail
Six months later
Keisha wasn't doing well
Phone bill high
From the damn collect calls
Mental health struggling
Keisha couldn't cope at all
The telephone rang
I knew it was some bad news
Keisha found dead
And she left a note for you
She took a shoestring
Wrapped it twice around her neck
Hanging from the light
They Found her at the bed check
Suicide note
Telling me she loved me
Crying in the car
Remembering the memories
I loved that girl
And I Hope she goes to heaven
Wearing all white
Standing with a Smith and Wesson