Invisible (The Ramona Moore Story) - Gif the Griot

Buy: http://hyperurl.co/h8h9o0?IQid=soundcloud.Invs_Desc. Stream: http://hyperurl.co/ksyzyg?IQid=Soundcloud.DescInvs Invisible Lyrics: Little sweet young thing/ shouts ma/ I’ll be back/ I’ma take a short trip to Burger King/ you be safe out there/ you hear/ giggle/ “yeah”/ then runs off to the cold night air/ as hours pass/ like sand dripping from an hour glass/ mamma let her brain do the math/ try to calculate hour she saw her daughter last/ staring at the clock like/ “Where is my daughter’s ass?”/ heart getting heavy/ she trying to wait but she ain’t never stayed out this late/ submission to her intuition made her call the cops report her daughter missing/ praying they ain’t have to go fishing/ officer like/ “lady listen/ she ain’t an adolescent”/ I know she’s 21 but, momma keeps on pressing/ “ok I’ll file a report”/ he yields to her stressing/ “give it four hours if she ain’t home/ call back/” four hours later her momma was on the jack/ this time/ got the Sergeant./ on the phone/ she balling/ he like/ “We can’t help you lady please stop calling”/ travel to a place/ under a wooden floor where there’s a girl hogged tied with a bruised up face/ hear footsteps/ her heart race/ as they draw closer/ mamma in the street stapling up a missing poster/ hears three voices/ one in a new pitch/ they open up the door/ sunlight/ her eyes twitch/ three guys peer down/ one shouts/ “Say high Bitch”/ notice a new face/ then three days later/ the cops finally reopened the case Panties get tore/ a hand slaps a face/ reaches down unzips pants/ he runs in her raw/ both arms pinned to the floor/ she screams/ in a lioness roar it’s all over till he comes back for more/ again and again/ out in/ she can’t sleep close her eyes and visualize the grin of these men and starts trembling/ storms that she weathered/ attempted to escape and almost got her limbs severed/ scars on her legs and wrist indicative of this/ but she knew the risk/ and man they were pissed/ officer on the case on the phone like/ “Ms. I done all I can do/ I’ve looked everywhere/ I’ve talked to everybody you’ve told me to talk to/ I don’t know where she’s at/ and I’m not a magician/ I can’t do some magic trick and pull her out of a hat”/ but she’s still missing can’t dispute that fact/ had a chain around her neck/ hands tied behind her back/ sick shit/ bandages covered the wounds they inflicted/ parts they tried to sever/ beat her face puffy/ man whatever/ thought of the pain lingers/ these bastards even went and cut the webbing on her fingers/ final destination/ she was beat to death the same day that they decided to launch the investigation/ look at the events that happened on that night/ look how they were treated and tell me was that right/ mamma's baby girl raped and tortured/ blind your site/ close your eyes and imagine she was white/ we invisible