she's half empty still (collab #1)

{first collab with Josie and Kyre}

her palms clenched empty then turned cold,
broken, heavily armed with a soul unsold.
The currency of life
couldn't pay her hold
college girl
knowledge bound
yet socially so-so,
so she sits in her room
with the blinds shut tight,
wondering was this the right choice
did she win?
is the price right?

Home streets would call her,
but she won't pick up
those phones tapped with bother:
school's her half full cup.

But half empty still
she gotta cope with the ills
people, politics
acknowledge it
life ain't a thrill-
her boy Jackson
gave her action
Told her Mike
was the pill:
like Neo in the Matrix
choosing red just for the thrill

now she's no longer plain Jane
seemingly turned overnight
girls hatin, dudes hawking like
"Yo check Jane, she Aight!"

But the facade is weak
without the soul to seek,
so with this pill
she cured sick satisfaction
diagnosed just a fraction
of her cup empty still.