She's Recycled

Her name was Destiny  
she said my man had one last hit  
he gave the rest to me  
just an ounce  
but they gave arrest to me  
two men lay me down and  
pat the rest of me  
Must they pounce
they say you are just a pair of  
breast to me  
Public defender don't waist your breath  
you see  
 
 
Told not to think about college because she'd never afford it
How many men told her to just abort it.  
Torn out the womb to bleed food staps and child support like a mothly cylce  
Her life was a hand-me-down recycle  
 
All because she was told she shouldn't dream.