Doctor Scott - F8

She was a daughter, she was a cousin
To some she was a loved one
She had no idea that tonight was her last
Cut to the club fitta shake that ass
Every third minute a brother would ask
For that dance, She would pass
She had a violent past
Tonight she wasn't trying to get caught up in the flash
Spent a little cash
Seen a couple friends, An hour or two passed
She wasn't fitta stay late
But that wasn't up to her, That was up to fate

Three hours in she was feeling woozy
Head hangin' heavy like Chuck D uzi
Tried to make her way out of the door
Tripped, slipped, fell and landed on the floor
Body hit like a cannonball
These aren't the ill effects of her Adderall
Damn it y'all I think the girl got drugged
She don't remember the rest until her body got drug
Down a lengthy hallway similar to an old folks
Home but there wasn't soul within a lengthy stroll
She tried to scream as the carpet rug burned her
Headed to the basement furnace burner
She couldn't make out his face
Covid mask with the baseball cap, skinny waste
And as he tried to load her in
She grabbed the shank off his belt and she jabbed it in him
Fate

Now she on the freeway, the signs weren't familiar
Three hours from home but the girl was a killer
She might've done dirt with the shady past
Had a rap sheet be she ain't never killed that ass
Blood on her clubwear, the girl still drowsy
Putting two and two together with her baby maker pounding
Call it rape, she couldn't avoid fate
Probably should've stayed home but I ain't victim blaming
Coulda been a murder victim burned to her core
But she cut that old man dead on the floor
Made it out alive, But it's a tragic deal
Passed out on the freeway and she died behind the wheel
Fate

Written by:
Scott Winter

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