The glass dick burned her lips,
The fetuses mourn her hips
3 abortions into life, later
She thinks of keeping the next one in hopes it might save her
Might give her hope, a glimpse, a vision
Aside from the dense incisions,
Caused by the knife she aims at her veins,
But dodges purposely, like a raptured game
For the attention, she craves, she slaves
To it, and has been missing 3 days
It replays, and replays the anguish sets in
Her pimp keeps her high, and she lets him
Because of all the times she came home to an empty house
And the times she had to hurry and get things out
Overnight bags before stepfather came home
The beatings were often of the same tone
A hard days work plus a beer to top it off
Equals a hand on her leg and her saying knock it off
So he retaliates with blows, and she closes her eyes
In hopes the sky will take her and show her why
Now she sits bruised,
And goes to this school,
Where the teacher turns a blind eye,
My, .... how time flies
Back to reality and the abortions and pimps
Selling her body for funds and barely getting a portion of it
Extortion it is, disproportionate,
But the only thing she can say is, she's unfortunate
To have had the childhood she's had with bleedin' eyes
So she always has an excuse and a reason why
She is the way she is, and does the things she do,
The fucked up part is, she really thinks it's true
So nine months has passed her poise
And she's about to deliver a bastard boy
She is there alone, nobody to hold her hand
But it's what she needs to do, to help mold her plan
No more needs of an older man
To feel secure in her thought, it's a bolder stand
Now she has a young boy she has to show how to be a man
But it will be difficult to follow through on the deed at hand
Because you see, she never really had a positive male influence
Only beatings, where fist fly, and males intrude in
On her body, no sanctuary adorned her thighs
Only fast talking people with money, some who scorned her eyes
So she looks him in the face, and promises him
That she'll be there forever while palmin' his skin
He looked like her,
Even had spasms, and shook like her
The 3 abortions before were really not her bother
The first two were before she turned 15, from her step father
The last one was from a client, who paid her well
While she was 16 and under age as well
So now the time came for her to do right
For the sake of her child and see the true light
Now she is ready to hold her own
Will she be there for her kid, or will he journey on lifes road alone?
