i live in the ghetto
i wear five inch stilettos
i dont remember growing up here
there isnt nothing familiar here
i work the same corner everynight
to keep it, i will put up a fight
this is my block
i work the clock
i was thirteen when i was put on the street
im not someone you would want mother to meet
if i dont do what im told
i will never grow to be old
i was sold to the highest bidder
drugged and delivered
five years has passed me by
i have no tears left to cry
this is the only life i know, dress up for the show
i entertain the filthy
the poor and wealthy
i know they are sicker than i
i can tell when i look at their eyes
people look down on me
for what i am and what they see
when they should be looking at them
cheating on their wives family and friends
my life is as simple
as a 9 mm to the temple
in case your sick behavior puts me under attack
i provide a service
im here for one reason
i know i have no future
i work for my abuser
i dont choose this life im in
i know for me its too late
its not up for debate
but when you see my type on the corner
instead of approaching us with a boner
imagine you had a child
that dissapeared into the wild
the lost child