The Streets
Out from shelter he took me
Into the streets he lead me
Away he took free will
Gave away me to street corners
Tell my family one thing
A lie is what he is
Tell them I’m safe
Tell them worry not
‘Cause he’s what I got
Gave me to the streets
My pimp is what he is to be
Charge fifty
Eighty
A hundred
Night after night
My money. I earned
My heart. He burned
Trust turned to lust
Being desired soon
Turned to being retired
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