100
street salary, reality frowns on her nympho gowns
nights on the town
after hours juices are sour
yet it still holds power
enslavement to these pavements
forever severed from society, chronic anxiety
demonic forces, the nuisance of voices invaded her piety
strayed from the sobriety road
dysfunctional enviroment
she's cold
affected the entirety of her life
the pain and strife
no retirement in the plans
endless flaw, outlaw, bans
immune system, sick and swelling
countless victims, she aint telling
a walking suicide, just down for that ride
haven't truly a care
so unruly
who said life was fair
