Ranada’s living in a shelter with 3 babies
She’s fixing her hair and nails for her man
He has a wife and kids somewhere at home
He don’t care about Ranada’s kids inside
He just wants to lay waste inside of her
It does not bother him that their crying
If he is the father he is constantly denying
Their young mother is what’s on his mind
Ranada she’s young and blind poor thing
She just wants and needs to be loved
Hoping to one day wed and wear a ring
She thinks to herself maybe this time
She is so into this man she don’t even
Hear her kids crying she’s died so many times
She just wants to be born again instead
Ranada just continues to gives birth again
The Immortal Wize
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