Like a celebrity of the slums

She moves from crackhead to ******* status

******* ***** for rocks

Armed with her glass and copper apparatus

Times come when she's broke

She's got no coke to smoke

So she has to make a selection

Pick a good vic with a thick wallet
and an *******

She spots her mark

He looks pretty easy

She struts over to his car lookin
cheap and ******

She gets in and he tells her what he wants her to do

They see a darkened alley and start to drive through

He hands her twenty bucks and she discretely hides it
then she grasps his zipper and slides it
down

She looks at his **** and starts to frown

She says "This is too big,it just wont fit"

He says "*****, I gave you my money,now work for it!"

Then he's got her hair in his hands and he's forcin it

She feels a split in her lip

She tastes the blood drip

He busts his nut

"****** ****!" he shouts

She wipes her mouth and quickly gets out

Sherie's back on the street and it herself
she blames

Her mascara runs as she stumbles in the rain
down the pull off lane

She tells herself," One more trick!"

Just more hit!

But the next car she climbs in
gets her throat slit.