Kids sing about the way she walked the streets...
As if her feet was depleted for conceited reasons hating the concrete
The staccato cadence were like she stomped a beat...
Romp-pa-pomp-pomp the ills that distilleries filled to lock her speech...
She wished for days where mocking the streets was a daily feat she completes
But after the end of the week, she's meek from the spree of wetting bed sheets
Sweating from the heat, she internally despised like rotten milk from a cow's teat
Leaking tear ducts construct an ire to the fleeting talk of God avenging the weak
Then asking for tithes for the ride the wings of heaven for the 144 available seats
In which she has paid for, for fourscores with no confirmations or no receipt
And it's getting hard sucking dick for salvation on glass encrusted knees
Or lasting the thrusting pleas of "baby say that name you like to call me..."
Hope is swallowed in hollowed eyes and whithered skin upon her cheeks
Bruising grips tweaks her shape to fall from firmness, yet the vagina's sweet
It's the negotiator that keeps her in this fail game of hide and seek
A respirator that aid her to be a major force, nameless, amongst her peeps
This vicious circle of murdering souls and reproducing illusive fanatical dreams
Malicious twerking for the girthing of dollars, inducing after collections, screams
What gleams is what she dope fiends for, snort streams of South American cream
Drinking "leen" things need a quick fix, never to the point of sucking glass dicks
But enough that now her pussy twitch so much that it runs "Johns" from the scene
Instilling the corner shop to entice the right dollar to spend for her lasting tricks
And tonight is no different, well maybe, she doesn't know her seats been called
After balling with the devilish spawn who paid $200 for an "all in all"...
Spiking her "leen" with GHB taking the breathe and selling the evil from her body
Striking vocal chords with a shiv, blood runs out the door to the first floor lobby....
Police find her smiling holding a dollar in a prayerful clutch........
It takes one hundred pennies to save a life
Nine hundred more to have her wifed....
One thousand more will get you both a meal
Ten thousand more will have you rolling on wheels
We do things with the pennies but what it's worth
We could have pennies and never touch them, since birth
Find a dollar and our day is well
Not knowing the dollar is the doorway that made us hell....