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Yeah That's Me

Yeah I walk around with tight jeans and a tight shirt showing off my belly. I'm a bad chick that's what I'm supposed to do. And it's true that every girl that looks at me gets beat down because that's my way.You can't change me or anything that I do so don't try. Yeah I get my money by being the party girl that I am. A couple of dollars here,and a couple there it really pays off. Yeah it's true I'm a freak by day but a **** by night but they don't seem to care so why should I. Yeah I might stand on a corner and get picked up for a setup then get beat up and raped. But nothing can break me down any farther. Yeah I'm pretty sure ya'll already started judging me and don't know half the story. You see my mother is a crack addict who would do anything just to feel a little high. Including dress my little sisters up and let grown men molest them. But still you're asking me why I'm a prostitute. Well I had to step up to the plate to keep my little sisters safe. Yeah I strip for man to man because they get tired of the tricks I do. But like I said I'm a bad chick how about you?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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