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.