Better - Whitney Peyton, Alexia Rodriguez

See the flashes your mind plays back, made a choice that you can’t take back

So when you close your eyes and take your last breath, tell me: is it really

better, is it really better?

Newborn, left alone by the dumpster

16;

now nobody wants her

Where’s her father, where’s her mother?

Pissed off again, an orphanage

These kids are left to wonder:

«Do you love me?

Why’d you leave me?

If you couldn’t raise a baby, why the fuck did you conceive me?!»

She lays her head back, daydreaming

A couple minutes later, she receives a call from Cece

Cece says, «I got a couple grams.

If you got a couple dollars, you should hit

the spot and meet me.»

Now she’s diggin' in the pocket of her jeans, living like an addict in the

mindset of a teen

She rushes down the street, hops in a black car

Coughing up her money for a bag of black tar

It’s a shame she never noticed that she stuck it in her arm

That the tonic meant to help her was the one doin' the harm

And now she’s gone, damn

Meet Tammy;

she’s a rebel, never listened

Her father wants her to excel and be a good Christian

All she wants is money, always worried about her image in material things,

putting feelings at a distance

Another pretty girl caught up in the quicksand, down to sell her body every

time she meets a rich man

It might be a lack of self-respect, but it’s easy to forget when they make out

the check

It’s like, every night she sticks out her neck for a watt gold bracelet and a

necklace set

Now she’s gettin' in her car, drivin' to the hotel, about to make another stack

if it all goes well

It’s a client that she’s met up with a lot, but when she arrived everything

just went a rye

They got into a fight, he whipped out a gun and shot her, when she took her

last breath, all she thought of was her father

Seven in the morning, John is out the front door

Jacket full of cash, yet he always wants more

With a heart full of sorrow and a face full of greed, running from his problems;

chasing only green

When he’s home, it’s like he faces his whole life

He’s never known love;

he don’t like his own wife

That’s why he’s havin' sex on the side, always searchin' for a purpose in the

depths of the night;

it ain’t right

It ain’t a way to live;

immersed in his work, another business trip

So he, packs his bags and he kisses his kids

Little do they know he went to meet his trick, it’s an addiction

But tonight it’s different, when the feelings start to surface and ignite the

friction

He produces a gun and doesn’t think of his family, shoots her and himself

Her name was Tammy