The kids are dying. Their Momma is crying. And sellin’ her soul to hell For lying. Saying it’s okay, Momma will find a way. Knowing **** good and well she can’t Find the pay. Selling her body on the Side of the street Just so her babies will have Something to eat. Hanging her head in defeat. This type of lifestyle is difficult. She knows she can’t afford These medical bills. Can’t afford anymore Anxiety pills. A lifetime full Of cheap thrills. The looks from her babies Were enough to ****… When she told them that Only the rich could afford good health.