[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...      [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      [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'nna 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)