Once You'Ve Hit the Street

She pulls up in her big black Cadillac, says “Hey boy, c’mon, get in”, and I know it’s another night of shame plastered to the walls of my soul. It’s the same every time, first wine, then the dirty deed, then get out quick, cash in hand, on to the next fancy car, where loneliness abides, and shame will follow. I don’t want this life, my heart withers, as the shame gets thicker, my body is weary, and my mind is slowly slipping away, but there’s no way out, no second chances, no take backs, once you’ve hit the street.