My pimp

They pay me cash for time alone, the reason why life’s tough at home
Most of it is done in quiet, in secret spots and darkened alleys.
I've been hit and hurt and bled quite badly just for cash to support my family.
But why you ask you can do much better
Go back to school and study harder
I can't you see he has me cornered
He owns me now I'm his forever.
He gives me cash and a nice car too, he has said Im dead if I talk to you
He sells my body to his friends, the ones from work they pay him well.
They all wear suits with kids and wives the perfect families looking in from outside.
But when darkness comes they change like wicked animals looking for their hunt.
They pin me to the alley walls to get there trill and there lustfull maul
I feel so used and block it out I want to scream but no sound comes out
Still you say I should walk away I know you're right but I've bills to pay
Call the cops. They will lock him up, you can have your freedom, it will all work out.
The last time I will tell you why it's even harder for me now, you see I no longer walk alone. I'm carrying his baby in my womb.
It was fine at first he needed me; he had no one else since she left so tragically.
He was sad and alone with pain in his eyes and a broken heart that was filled with tears.
At first I held him in my arms and we talked for hours about our good times gone.
Then one night it all just changed after poker night he had arranged
I brought in drinks and snacks for them, my life would never be the same.
He pinned me to the table top he raped me while his friends watched on and enjoyed a lot.
They cheered and clapped and watched all night. They told him he had done alright.
From that day on he done it daily the one who always called me his baby
The one who taught me right from wrong to ride my bike and sing our songs

I can see you are sick with this tale I tell you taught him some pimp and wished him dead
Maybe now you can see why I can not leave. He is my father it's hard to believe.