picturing yaself in FOOT STEPS of people in bad situations
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Put yaself in tha shoes of a prostitute
Fuckin and suckin everyday seems like lifes a loop
Cant get tha scoop like using a knife 4 soup
Out there every night in tights and boots
Getting in cars wit murderers and all types of troops
No family all respect and love’s exempted-
People even 4get u existed
90% of tha money u make ya pimp get
And u’ll get smacked around when perverts lose interest
But u on ya cash route
Even though its 40 degrees and u got ya ass out
No money coming in u jus waiting 4 johns
Strolling up and down the strip wit no patience nor time
Wit thoughts of u getting killed or raped on ya mind
cold chills from those thoughts scraping ya spine
At tha end of tha night u sit and cry -cause u hate 2 rewind
