At twelve I was kicked out of school
Got pregnant because I flaunted my tool
From home my parents threw me out
Better of dead than the shame, they did shout
Pre-maturely a baby girl was born
Soon after she died but I didn’t mourn
Work I did try so hard in getting
Cleaning, washing and even farming
Many doors were banged on my face
The men lusted while the women wished they had mace
For food in my mouth and clothes on my back
A little wanton I became as had to do only thing I got the knack
I wanted more when I heard it’d get more and easier in town
Left the village carrying a paper bag with one gown
For a roof over my head, a place to dwell
Got pimped, doped and beaten up well
A couple of times over and over got raped
To keep the dough rolling and feel alive I got doped
The wam bams another pregnancy they brought
As using protection was hardly a thought
Wasn’t ready nor keen to be a mother
So getting rid of it wasn’t at all a bother
Some even back entry they wanted
Ugly, fat, dirty, short, on me they all panted
Some wanted no protection
Money was sweet so I didn’t think of infection
So many tricks by the pros I was taught
And all the good corners I sought
I learnt to spike their drinks
Steal from him when in deep sleep he sinks
Oh how easy this money is to get
And for it I don’t have to sweat
Just use my God given assets
And I can sleep and eat and even buy a TV set
Miriam has left with the expatriate from Holland
Saraphina got the one from Polland
Beautiful houses they even have
A car or two and they didn’t even have to save
Such gold I must also strike
Need a witch doctor’s potions to make them like
Another baby soon made its way
For me there was only one say
“Get rid of it … flush it … of it goes …”
Destroying my dream, it sure will be the cause
Always hanging out at 4 or 5-star hotel
All the gold where there we all could tell
Such establishments didn’t allow was our so-called tribe
John and Omar the security guards we had to bribe
Sometimes we would pay him in cash
Sometimes in kind then smoke some hash
At the Royal Palm Miriam Makeba today is performing
If I’m lucky might get a hot shot outside roaming
Gate-crashing big parties is no problem at all
All dressed up trying not look like a ho in the hall
I see some have started leaving
To their posh cars they are heading
Perfect time to make my way inside
No securities around, to break my stride
Inside I can get if quietly I sneak
Won’t be noticed if I don’t make a squeak
Looking around most seem to be in doubles
Can’t go up to someone pretending to be their couple
Couldn’t come all this way and not get a punch

Let me wait maybe I will get lucky and money for lunch
I see phones, camera and bags everywhere

To eat this week I must get one or at least a pair
Oh that lady puts a phone in a black bag
And a camera she shoves in and puts out a fag
Don’t know what that other thing is but who cares
Always see John, Peter and Henry with one but never in pairs
Bitch seems to have it so painlessly
I bet everything for her is effortlessly
Living the bag with friends to watch it over
She's gone across the hall maybe to see a lover
Swish swaying around like she own the goddamn place
Her bloody types don't even have to beg for panties or lace
They have degrees and jobs to sustain their every yearn 
Look at them yapping away in foreign tongues to those men 
You'd think the Holy Spirit is in them in the bold
Bitches seem not to have a care in world
Good! Her friends are getting up to go dance
No waitresses, no security, this is my chance
Bitch can ask for another one in some foreign tongue
I don't have such luck nor do I have the lung
Thank you, I can now get my cocaine, a beer and morning tea
Like a panther, I grab the handbag and now flee

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