Strippa Hoe

I’ve watched our moral fiber go from a tempered lukewarm to
white hot danger. Pretty young girls dancin’ for strangers,
ain’t nothin’ stranger than makin love to a germ infested pole
on stage in front of men who are twice your age.
Hey I’m gettin’ money! Are you really honey? Is it worth your
asshole feelin’ funny….oh you forgot about that night you popped
that X, to them niggas you was like next, next, next. Your body
they wrecked, one nigga wrote you a rubber check.
But at least you got yo bread, why can’t you hold up yo head?
You lookin’ at the ground instead.
 
Maximizing pain, compounding grief you need some relief, even
with dough your happiness is brief.
I know you heard a thousand times in a thousand rhymes with a
thousand lines, get money ain’t that the point so you can smoke
blunt joints? Cryin’ your tears on rabbit and fox sleeve jackets, you really
part of the prostitution racket.
 
Ya girl died at the hands of a psycho john, remember he attended
all the lock downs and stripathons, sent flowers back stage, ya
girls rejection sent him into a rage. Shouldn’t be no surprise
he was one of those goofy groupie guys, “Yeah I’m in love with
Cinnamon I love her thighs”. Now she’s gone with a decapitated head, soul never fed all for
the bread.
 
You know her story you got one too, wonderin’ about all the
weird feelings ya body is going through, you worn too. Stay
losin’ weight, can’t no mo see straight, you tellin’ yo self it’s
something you ate, after six months though…you sho’? Some
of them niggas be switch hittin’ so when you fuck them ain’t no
tellin’ what you gettin’, shiiittt…they take it from the back as
much as you, a hardcore gangsta or balla ain’t gon’ tell you
what he do and that’s fucked up too, well it is for you.

Get tested? What? Please, “I know if I’m fucked with every nigga
I’m gon’ share the disease, with no conscience and the greatest
of ease. One day I’ll know how the story go, be in a hotel
sexin’ and after it’s over my brains he’ll blow, I’ll die real
slow all my feelings will go and I’ll know what fo’ I jus’ died
a strippa hoe for the almighty dough”.