Melika (Lost Ones)

It happened once upon a dream but it's still as real as it seems/ Let me set the scene about this pretty little teen/ Went by the name Malika, I met her in my teens/ Attended the same same school, I knew her from Fifteen/ I developed a crush, but it was never love/ We exchanged hugs and kisses, but never fucked/ Realized it wasn’t us, so it never ended in tears/ Still kept in touch, and after several years/ She settled down with this bredder, I used to see them in the zones/ I thought he was a wasteman, but fuck it, each to their own/ ‘Cos Malika says she’s happy, and that’s something that I’m glad to see/ But slowly and gradually, the whole dream became a tragedy/ The first year passed happily/ Things started to change when her man started saying he wants a family/ At first she had doubts, Malika wasn’t sure/ But Malikas in love, she let him go up in her, raw/ (Nothing happened) Certain things are destiny/ And other things were never meant to be/ Case in point, Malika’s pregnancy/ No mattter how hard they tried, the test still showed white/ Her man took it personal, like a blow to his pride/ Told Malika “You must be rotten inside/ And even if we did conceive a baby it’d probably die”/ Malika started to cry, said she wants to run away/ And that was the first time that he punched her in the face/ Chorus: Lost Ones, Lost Ones/ Yeah, we call ‘em Lost Ones/ Lost Ones, Lost Ones/ In the hood we call ‘em Lost Ones/ Lost Ones, Lost Ones/ Everybody’s Lost One/ Lost Ones, Lost Ones/ Verse 2: I still remember Malika as that pretty little teen/ Eyes deeper than philosophy, Olive skin that gleamed/ If you seen her recently, she’s looking like a fiend/ And the ironic thing is that Mailika means ‘Queen’/ But her man don’t understand that, he treats her like a slave blood/ Look closer you’ll see bruises benath the makeup/ She ain’t the same girl, I knew at 16/ Look deep into her eyes, shes living in a sick dream/ Losing her mental health, plus her respect for herself/ Within her own home, she’s living in her own hell/ Feels like shes enslaved, and her other half’s the jailer/ So now she looks for love in the arms of strangers/ She met a guy at work, he was a shoulder to cry on/ Things soon progressed and they found a sofa to lie on/ A few months passed, now there’s fear in her brain/ ‘Cos for the first time, her period never came/ The size of her mans ego meant he couldn’t see the truth/ It was really HIS seed that wouldn’t let them breed a youth/ And now shes finally pregnant, but her mans not the father/ She can’t tell him the truth, (Why?) scared of the drama/ Ran to her Mother’s house, thought she would understand/ But her mothers disgusted she was with another man/ Called Mailika a ho, said she’s on her own/ Packed a bag full of clothes and told her that she should go/ And now Mailika’s on the road../ Chorus: Lost Ones, Lost Ones/ Yeah, we call ‘em Lost Ones/ Lost Ones, Lost Ones/ In the hood we call ‘em Lost Ones/ Lost Ones, Lost Ones/ Everybody’s Lost One/ Lost Ones, Lost Ones/ Wondering what coulda been/ Shoulda been, woulda been/ I never saw her in the hood again Wondering what coulda been/ Shoulda been, woulda been/ I never saw her in the hood again