Stink

All the homeboys down at the scrapyard
Knew her by name,
But she only knew them by their tattoos.
And the creases on their abdomen.
She was always coming with a truckbed
Full of grills, and chains, and scrounged up junk;
But I have never seen the same driver twice.
We all knew she was leaving with a little more than
$90 a ton
'Cause shit for brains gets his dose of head on the weekly.
And ain't nothing glamorous about pulling pubes out of your teeth
To feed that habit that those OG's got you hooked on
Back when you thought you were hanging with the big boys.
We all get caught in the moment though,
And everybody's moment lasts a little long than the next.
And the big boys still do the same thing,
But your pussy isn't ever as good as it was
When you were fifteen,
And you hadn't had all those abortions.
Never had to worry about itching your crotch raw in the middle of the night,
Or splitting the blisters in the delicate skin between your toes
Because you've gotten so good at hiding track marks,
But there are flaws in everything.
Sweetheart started scratching at a new habit
And dabbling in her own kitty pool
And each time she dropped off her precious metals
She chatted up a few more homeboys
And left with more cash and tetanus.
And we started seeing her more and more often
Until we couldn't see her at all
And never saw her again.
It was one of those things everyone notices
But is too taboo to observe
You know you're a little guilty
For jipping her on the weight of her scrap.