She's exposed, I suppose, but who knows,
What's going on in her mind?
She's vulnerable, like a candle,
Sometimes I can’t handle,
She can burn you and turn you,
With the flame, is she insane?
Physically drain my brain and cause me pain,
But it’s not meant, her mind is not bent, but it’s spent,
Take the time, make the time, don't leave it too late for time,
Coz time won't wait, till it’s too late,
She's a mother, like any other,
She's loved, above all others,
But what smothers her mind,
Her memory has gone down that lane,
She won't be the same,
But she’s mine, all mine,
I will take, make and break the time,
Shake and ****** stop the time,
Till she’s fine and back on line,
I can do it, I knew it. from day one, she’s not gone,
Just take a look, a good long look,
Take the cover of the book, she’s there,
She’s there, always there, forever there.

Let's talk political, why because it's critical, do ya think you fit the bill,
On the street with a beat of the multi cultural heat,
That's startin to burn up and churn up, but no one will show up and turn up,
If it's a revolution for a solution to all the pollution,
That's forced in our brain, not for material gain, it's insane, and the same,
Over and over again and again,
It's on the news, bringing blues of lies and trues,
We want fair play, a decent wage pay, don't wanna lose at the game you play,
Listen with your ear, take the words you hear, do not fear, it's clear,
We're not the bad, but we're sad, at what we could of had,
You risk it, take the biscuit, take our lives and mess them up mixing it,
We're fed up, not getting told what's up and what's said by your head, as you lay in his bed,
He's your leader, the feeder, the taker of what we need yeah,
We're cryin for a voice, a choice, someone to make a noise,
Is it me...... T, unlikely to see,
I'm not brave, but I wanna save,
Humanity from all this insanity,
I'm no joke but I choke on the smoke,
Of the cultural heat on the street,
I know....... I'm just to sweet.

She wanders round the streets at night,
Trying to make her money,
Stopping cars, leaning in,
Looking for business honey?

Some refuse and some say yeah,
She does what she knows right,
Takes the cash, says goodbye,
Then walks back to the night,

Every night for seventeen years
She's walked the street of dread,
She is getting so very tired now,
But she has to earn the bread,

Life had not been good to her,
Neither had her man,
With kids to support and feed and clothe,
She's done all that she can,

No one knows her secret life,
No one ever asked,
No one asked about future things,
And none asked about her past,

This lovely lady looks tired and old,
Her life was not unfurled,
What had happened to make her take,
The oldest job in the world.

Pick pick pick, it makes me sick,
Can't do right for wrong,
Pull pull pull, it's getting dull,
Can't you change the song,

You can't hurt me anymore,
I'm not here,
I am lost in a world of strangers,
They don't know my name,
I am scared,
But I feel no pain,
So I smile sometimes,
Do you remember me?
I am your little boy,
You used to love me,
And take care of me,
But you put medicine in your arm,
It made you mad at me,
I wanted to hug you mummy,
My mummy,

There's always something more important, more urgent, more insurgent,
But hey! That's how you deal with it, so deal with it,
It's your conscience, your nonchalant,
You live with your mind, not me,
Im free, coz I do what I see, I feel the need to help, I don't yelp about it,
But I do wander, what you wander about,
Coz you never ask, I feel it's like a task for you to ask,
But its just a mask,
To cover your face of shame, but don't blame yourself, ask yourself,
Could I have done more,
Well yes of course,
But you live with your mind,

I got poked by death today,
Not one word did he say,
He's just letting me know he's there,
Waiting around,
And to be fair,
I've always known he was there,
But I didn't really care,
Till he poked me that is.