Thought she was cool, going to clubs underage
Had a life destined for her to be on the stage
A beautiful girl with ambitions in her life
Didn’t want to be stuck just being a housewife
She wanted more that than, so she went out
I can’t blame her, she didn’t know what it was about
One dark morning she got up the wrong side of the bed
Looked at her covers and all she saw was red
She’s a lost girl with scents of coke still on her nose
A drunken girl but nobody wanted to impose
She lived like a rock star but had a body like a girl
Wanted to be a model with life of twirls and swirls
Then one dark night she was raped in an alley way
Can’t blame anyone because it’s an ordinary day
Refused to herself not to even tell a single soul
Her heart turned black, darker than coal
So she tried to stay strong and keep to business
Couldn’t think about court or even the witness
She didn’t even know she was about to give birth
I guess that god’s gift is a curse couldn’t get worse
And when time grew her belly got a bit bigger
She had a gun and was urging herself to pull the trigger
Collapsed in the bathroom with the baby about to come
Wiped the tears from her face, ashamed in what she become
Mother came in an hour later because of all the screams
She kicked her out on the street, now what does that mean?
She tried to sell a bit of crack but that’s whack
Lost her voice so she couldn’t do that demo track
And she’s still trying to find away for her baby
No home no job at times it seemed too crazy
What could she do? No man and she was all alone
No one to phone because all she had was her own
No welfare no share and now she’s getting stressed
She can’t even go home to get a suitably dressed
Blood stains calling shames still all over the clothes
Still sleeping outside concerts to hear dope shows
As she holds her baby in her arms she cries aloud
Screams “Mum I only wanted to make you proud”
She can’t hope so then she turns to a bit of dope
Smokes a bit of weed and then her backs to the rope
She’s swinging and swinging but can’t hit anything
Promised to herself that this rape wasn’t a fling
She wouldn’t go to the cops, she already had two strikes
And the dirty cop was the one who raped her, she disliked…
I know when you feel you’ve had enough
You think your not that tough and things look rough
Suddenly she got a part time job and went to school
Hated her parents for the time that they said she was a fool
Got herself a place where her and her baby could stay
Left the city where all them memories could go away
She tried to think of how to tell the child
That the father she didn’t see, it seemed to wild
We all know all she needs is a bit of money
Don’t mean to sound all rude and a bit of funny
But her baby was the cutest thing too date
She picked herself up before it was too late
From a sea sick operation to her living well
It just shows that god cares about us in hell
Even if the cops don’t, we don’t care any more
She slapped anyone who called her a whore
She toughened up and going through what she did
Was glad to be raising and helping her kid
And as to the end of this horrific story
She lives the rest of her life taunting in glory
Her baby is healthy and she loves her to much
In a way she thanks the man that she had to touch…
What ya'll think, this is going to be on my second album "Alleged Depedneces" - Is that title cool enough?