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Josephine (feat. Trife da God & the Willie Cottrell Band)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Josephine (feat. Trife da God & the Willie Cottrell Band) was released on January 1, 2006 by Def Jam Recordings as a part of the album More Fish

Song Details

Release DateJanuary 1, 2006

LabelDef Jam Recordings

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah

Performer

Wu-Tang Clan

Performer

Hi-Tek

Performer

Pretty Ugly

Performer

Willie Cottrell Band

Willie Cottrell Band

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tony Cottrell

Songwriter

Dennis Coles

Songwriter

W. Cottrell

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah

Producer

Wu-Tang Clan

Producer

Hi-Tek

Producer

Pretty Ugly

Producer

Chach

Mixing Engineer

Anthony "Acid" Caputo

Anthony "Acid" Caputo

Mixing Engineer

Willie Cottrell Band

Willie Cottrell Band

Producer

Christian Baker

Christian Baker

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

God's woman, what's going on?

I know things seem messed up sometimes

You stress out and you can't handle the situation

Sometimes it feels like you're lacking the guidance

And you don't know what to do

Stay strong, and keep in mind that he always loves you

It's what it is

Josephine, the times are getting tough

It seems to me, you just won't get enough

The rain won't wash away your sin

You'll be here, to do them all over again

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 tabasco

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

Infatuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers

Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers

Putting dope in the cooker, searching for a vein

Tracks all over her arm, 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

She's just another young black woman

Destroying her pretty image and her health

Got me thinking to myself, damn, how can this happen?

I seen her on the corner nodding off, sniffing and scratching

Josephine, the times are getting tough

It seems to me, you just won't get enough

The rain won't wash away your sin

You'll be here, to do them all over again

She wakes up with an urge to get high

Everyday the same routine, needing a morning fix to get by

So she reaches for a purse, grab the bag and the needle

Tie a sock around her arm and start shooting up the diesel

Having flashbacks, screwing some dude up in his hatchback

The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack

A regular john, she met him through charm

She passed out with the syringe still stuck in her arm

Dying a slow death, was she losing her damn 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 a fetus

But they found her on Broad in a dumpster behind the cleaners

Josephine, the times are getting tough

It seems to me, you just won't get enough

The rain won't wash away your sin

You'll be here, to do them all over again

Yo, what your mama gon' think of you girl?

Her little baby's all doped up, strung out on the world

Trying to make some quick cash for a hit of that stash

Listen baby, you're growing up much too fast

Uh, this goes out to every project, in 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?

Up all night, under the party lights

Finger 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

Anytime that you need me, I'll be there to help ya

I'll be your leaning pole when ya falling down

I'll be there when you're falling down, oh yeah

Written by: C. Mann, Dennis Coles, Tony Cottrell, W. Cottrell

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