This a story of a few, a million that is In the biz, tryin to stop it from killin these kids This is new to ya brain so ima get resistance Listen to the drums and youll hear my mission Media to the girl, and shes just 16 All the guys think shes fine and the same with me She’s homecoming queen and on the cheer team But theres something wrong and you wouldn’t believe cause it cant be seen Always told that shes beautiful but she cant even see it She sees the commercials and hope that they leavin False images conveyed as the truth of a natural Cant keep up with the ads shes just another casual Shes sick of all the guys tryna spit, hit, and quit it A grimey gallery and she feels like an exhibit The show already closed but she’s not even finished Finds value through the guys but the same time diminished Shes sick of the games and sick of their ways But she tells herself that itll all be okay One day… And shes live with that motto Doesn’t have a pet but the snake she will follow Lies through the tv, guys, and the ads Destruction is the route and it just leads to wrath If she put the make up down and just listened for a bit Shed realize theres a man that can give her what they didn’t Shes just drowning in the game that they play with her mind They pay her attention but she still gets fined Its just fake currency and a false sense of worth Deceived by the love that she finds on this earth 68:5, found in the book Her father left her young, so she doesn’t see whos good Confused by her emotions and never feels content she walks down the halls and only pretends That shes got her self together and knows who she is Thinks shes alone but doesn’t know the kids Are going through the same, looking for a place Identity been banished, so no reason for a case Hot, too fat, skinny, not pretty Opens up the word and sees value, really? Audible text but the word is alive Listens for his call but instead he arrives She reads more and more everyday another chapter Defining her value and men aren’t the factor Learns of the man that gave her her breath Learns searchin for herself will just end in death Lost in the halls, but shes found in him Above cultures loss, and she knows her win She got a new attitude because of her man Tell her she never could and she says he can Sees time wasted but she keeps on progressing Shes fine with the hatin and all the discretion Gets crap cause she single and never wants a man Waitin for the day that she walks hand in hand Someone who already knows her father Wife to the son of the son who has a daughter She is who she is, she takes no crap Now that shes remade she knows that…