Josephine Lyrics - More Fish - Ghostface Killah

(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... 

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[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 

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[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'na 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)