I step out of my mid-nineties chev.
Gloves, shades, cigarette.
See that rich couple step out of the Rolls Royce.
A f*ckin' Rolls Royce.
Husband enters the house. cool.
I put a bag on his bitches head. yeah.
Throw her in the trunk of my chev. Flakes of rusted paint fall off.
Take her to my hide out. an old crack house.
Switch her expensive black dress, and those black pumps
for a jumpsuit and some reboks.
She don't have a job. Good.
I stick her in that house with three kids. mouths to feed.
Give her a welfare check and i'm out of there.
Next month comes she's waitin' for that check. gotta feed them kids.
No check's comin' this month, or next month, there ain't gonna be no more checks.
She's freaking out, she doesn't know what to do.
No income, mouths to feed, no escape.
So I come by introduce her to the crack pipe.
She takes that vapour in man.
She feels that rush man.
All of a sudden she doesn't here any cryin' kids.
She doesn't remember everything she use to have.
All she knows is the rock's burnt out and she wants more.
But you gotta work for more hunny.
So she goes out on the street.
Sellin' some luvin' ya know what I mean.
All for one more hit man, just one more hit.
But it's not as good the second time, or the third.
Or ever again, and she's starting to realize it's not worth it selling her body.
But she does anyway, 'cos maybe the next hit will be a good one, like the first one.
It won't be.
So I stop by again, lead her up to the roof and say.
"you rich little ****, you had everything handed to you until I found you, and you're not strong enough to feed kids who are dyin on your watch. And it's all because you ignore the fact people live like this, and shamelessly and without guilt you use to dip them cracker in your cavier, shake people hands and plaster some ****ed up smile on your face. You had a house in Beverley Hills. Haha but I found you, and showed you that you take it for granted. Stupid woman. Your hubby bought a new piece of ass to take to his parties, and there isn't gonna be anymore welfare checks, no one's gonna hire a crack head, Jump bitch, jump. maybe in the next life you'll understand."