A little noise
What was that?
The little boys come running back
You keep on walking
Till you see
The lil girl underneath the tree
With a man on her
Being abusive
She try fightin
But that aint her solution
She aint got no clothes on
She aint got a prayer
She hate givin him the pleasure
Of seeing her pain
While he takes her innocence away
You stand by
Not knowing what to do
Your hera the screams
You see the blood
You see the fear in her eyes
As he runs his hands against her thighs
She trys to break free
But the deed is done
Now the lil girl is dead
But only in your dream
And when you wake up
You call her momma's phone
And her momma tells you
'Ericka aint home'
