Never knew her story other kids thought she's a misfit
Social interaction wasn't something she was gifted
Other girls were envious they thought she was a rich bitch
Acceptance what she needed in her life it aint existed
August 6, 1987 was a school day
Foster mother dropped her off she thought it'd be a cool day
Social cliques she couldn't fit in none she watched the fools play
3 boys approaching in her mind she thinking who are they
Come and smoke with us we got like seven woods rolled up
Never trust a stranger is what foster mother told us
All she wanted was to be accepted and she folded up
Meet up at the school yard after 9 are you showing up
Finished all her work in class tryna meet her new friends
Sick of her environment she followed like a new trend
Told her mom she going for a walk she was oblivious
Absent from society she never had a true friend
Normally her mother would say no it's too late at night
Dealing with the other foster kids who always play and fight
Distracted from reality she didn't know she paid a price
I'm about to tell you three perspectives how to take a life
Halfway to the school yard the third person said to her
The other two in front had said they both just wanted sex from her
Conscience screaming turn around but she ignored the messenger
Laughing all hysterically she ain't know what was next for her