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I know it hurt when your mother died, The tears in your eyes. Going home to your father with all his BS and lies. Bill collectors are calling, an eviction notice arrives, Forced you out on the block selling your Body just to get by. Your wrist hursts from the burns around the Post you were tied. It seemed to turn on your lovers everytime You cried. And even though they took advantage of you because of your size, You were happy because you made more money Than you would flipping fries. So every night you sucked it up, and you swallowed Your pride. You learned to take all of your emotions and put them to the side. And when you got some time to yourself, you found a place you could hide. So secretly you prayed to God to send a spiritual guide. Eventually you found a woman with whom you came to confide, About how your pimp had tricked you out and guys had opened you wide. And being around them one of the drugs that you eventually tried Was the reason you overdosed and then eventually died. --Brandon Lewis | |||
