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Post imported post - 22-01-04, 12:43 AM

He pulled up alongside me in his businessman car,

said he liked the look of me, how much do I charge?

I said what is it you require, something for my hands to play with?

He said no, something more sick.



I said that is not my forte

But occasionallyI do it for more pay

There is someone I know who is keener than me

Do it next to nothing, sometimes for free.



He said show me this person then,-

who is this person a lover or friend?

Just someone I know, I replied

And off I went, for the person I must find.



I came back with the person and he had his delight

Left the person looking a funny shade of white

This is all about money and I steeled myself

For the pimp told me I had better behave or else.



He is watching by the side of the road

Watching me, watching them, in his usual pose

Have to be seen working, got to do it right,

God forbids that he gets uptight.



One beating too many that was all it took

Now I am his favourite little hook'

Supply him; supply me, to keep us satisfied

Do whatever it takes, time must bide.



You may be wonderingof the person who had the sick fantasy

What you want to know is what it could be

In time, I will tell you what you want to know...

But for now I must get on with the show.



How I got into this, I am still not sure

He told me he loved me, mine forever more

He said just do it, just do it for me

And we'll live on the street of ease.



Too much crack, smack, dope later

Turned me into an expert faker,

A human being, I feel nothing of the kind,

Right now, its his pockets I must line.



Cut off its arms and then its legs

Let it writhe around with societies dregs

Bit for a tongue to make it weaker

Who cares, it was just an asylum seeker.



Triple money that is what the sick people would pay

Just so they can have their way

Nothing is too much trouble, anything you like

Pimps would give it to you for the latest Nike.



I am bound myself; I must not talk

For I have seen too many outlines of chalk

For now, I have to play the old fashion game

And pray to God in his name.






Yu tink se me dun but me na dun!

"One of the heads of the beast seemed to have been fatally wounded, but the wound had healed. The whole earth was amazed and followed the beast".

Good News Bible. Rev. Ch.13 V.3
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