Good Daddy won’t smoke no weed, until the bass cradles her back to sleep. Then he can stake his mack, while she takes a nap to the sweet, pretty sounds of the gangsta rap…
The hi hats are angels voices, they keep her distracted from the strangers voices. Escape is a paradox, because her childhood is locked in that music box.
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