Josephine (feat. Trife Da God, The Willie Cottrell Band)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

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...

[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]

Josephine, the times are getting tough

Seems to me... you just wont get enough

The rain, wont wash away, your sins...

You'll be here, to do them all over again...

[Ghostface Killah]

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

[Chorus]

[Trife Da God]

She wakes up, with an urge to get high

Everyday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix to get by

So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle

Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel

Had a flesh back, screwing some dude up in his hashback

The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack

A regular John, she met her through Tom

She passed out with the syringe still stuck in her arm

Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear 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

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]

Josephine, what's wrong, baby?

Come on...

[Ghostface Killah]

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?

[Willie Cottrell]

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)