By Jalil Jimiyu
They yell “get it girl, shake that little as”
As they throw some Ones in her direction
The song breaks and she drops to her knees
Picking up the dirty money that she uses to pay her bills
Her dance that was done with an air of freedom
Turns to a look of painful shame as she covers her nipples
Once exposed now covered by Washington’s and red lace
Her twat shaved and beautiful scrapes against filthy change
With a pinky locked around a thin G string as she flees the stage
She does this every night but it always ends the same
In silent covered up tears and angry looks drown in lust moans
As she will when she gets home and fucks a dirty cat
That sells dope and thinks he buys her ass
When she gives it away to him for extra money to try to erase her pain
But the pain is always there and all she see’s is her grandfather face
The one person that told her she was loved
Long gone but still in her heart
And it burns her up that she is doing this when he hoped she'd do more
So like any other night she says this is it
But the sickness of money leads her back to this place the next night
Yeah it’s copyrighted 2008
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