Kind of sista

I'm not the kind of sista you'd wish to be I'll taint you like a blood stain on that white blouse That you like to wear only on Sundays and the church won't permit me to exist so I bleed Forever flowing I ran a river so deep and I pray that this black hole will cleanse me I'm filthy sticky plastered a bastard a bit chaotic but I don't show at least at peace it seems but. I'm not the kind of sista you'd wish to be