Life’s a trip
People been through hell and back and still can’t get a grip
Wondering if the pain is going to go away every sip
Daddy’s been locked up or they always just dip
And every little girl learning to shake their hips
Just let it go.

All of the bruises and scars
The poor girls getting into the strangers cars
Just can’t get the taste of slime of their skin like tar
It’s sad when the young girl is the one behind bars
Deal with it.