Ghostface Killah Josephine Lyrics

Josephine Lyrics

[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)