Through the horror of the past,
As a hooker you tried to last,
Making paper while celebrating,
No use recollecting,
Life was never true,
To you,
At least that's what you been stating,
Every time you decide to leave,
The past came back,
From your childhood memories,
Life ain't perfect now,
But hey that can change,
Let me find the light,
At my own pace,
That's what you been stating,
Though you be judging me,
Just keep in mind,
I ain't chose this life,
This was given to me,
You wonder why I don't quit,
And live a life on welfare?
You must be smoking weed,
I realize this job is not right,
But for a woman like me,
I see no other light,
No brother out there that can help me,
Wanting to get some of me for free,
This tragedy was brought on,
Under situations,
Now you tell me if I am wrong
