If selling's a sin,
and you're selling to win
should you throw it in the bin?
"How much," he asks,
with sexual desire-
glittering over his eyes.
You left home-
mum left before you.
Now you're your own mother,
helping out a brother; ayeh,
at what cost?
"Meka?" he asks.
With sexual desire-
glittering over his eyes.
You bore a child as a child,
now you seek funding after gambling.
You placed a bet over school,
school lost to love, love left,
Now you’re dealing in theft,
selling "illegal goods-"
to get your daughter some food; ayeh,
at what cost?
"Kitna?" He asks.
With sexual desire-
glittering over his eyes.
As you sought opportunity,
opportunity forced its way into your vicinity.
Now you’re caught in a game,
the sad part is it brings you shame,
Albeit;
You stick there for you need the change; ayeh,
at what cost?
"Ikura desu ka?" he asks.
With sexual desire-
glittering over his eyes.
Now he has you bent over,
you’re an MTSW for H.I.V,
carried by a truck driver,
that's on ARV's and thinks H.I.V
Is Acquired In Desperate Situations.
So in your desperation,
You acquired a deficiency syndrome; ayeh,
at what cost?
"Wieviel?" he asks,
With sexual desire
glittering over his eyes.
In your saffron for easy access,
you offer brothel service
to famished goons to achieve success.
Your business model somewhat quaint,
your tips are from long hours of work,
procured by a pimp who just listens and cheers,
At the end of the day,
you have slaved,
maybe you've even been choked,
and still managed-
to have his financial fetish cleared.
You’re a red light district citizen,
always in a red light crimson, ayeh,
at what cost?
"Bekkam?" he asks,
With sexual desire-
glittering over his eyes.
You’re a victim of human trafficking-
being banged up abroad.
If only it was drug trafficking,
the absurd tragedy would get you
aboard an orange bus in transit-
trafficking dealers of coc,
to a place enclosed in tight locks; ayeh,
your innocence, guilty by situation,
might get you in a deadlock,
either dead or dead!
So if selling's a sin,
and you are selling to win,
should you throw it in the bin?
and you're selling to win
should you throw it in the bin?
"How much," he asks,
with sexual desire-
glittering over his eyes.
You left home-
mum left before you.
Now you're your own mother,
helping out a brother; ayeh,
at what cost?
"Meka?" he asks.
With sexual desire-
glittering over his eyes.
You bore a child as a child,
now you seek funding after gambling.
You placed a bet over school,
school lost to love, love left,
Now you’re dealing in theft,
selling "illegal goods-"
to get your daughter some food; ayeh,
at what cost?
"Kitna?" He asks.
With sexual desire-
glittering over his eyes.
As you sought opportunity,
opportunity forced its way into your vicinity.
Now you’re caught in a game,
the sad part is it brings you shame,
Albeit;
You stick there for you need the change; ayeh,
at what cost?
"Ikura desu ka?" he asks.
With sexual desire-
glittering over his eyes.
Now he has you bent over,
you’re an MTSW for H.I.V,
carried by a truck driver,
that's on ARV's and thinks H.I.V
Is Acquired In Desperate Situations.
So in your desperation,
You acquired a deficiency syndrome; ayeh,
at what cost?
"Wieviel?" he asks,
With sexual desire
glittering over his eyes.
In your saffron for easy access,
you offer brothel service
to famished goons to achieve success.
Your business model somewhat quaint,
your tips are from long hours of work,
procured by a pimp who just listens and cheers,
At the end of the day,
you have slaved,
maybe you've even been choked,
and still managed-
to have his financial fetish cleared.
You’re a red light district citizen,
always in a red light crimson, ayeh,
at what cost?
"Bekkam?" he asks,
With sexual desire-
glittering over his eyes.
You’re a victim of human trafficking-
being banged up abroad.
If only it was drug trafficking,
the absurd tragedy would get you
aboard an orange bus in transit-
trafficking dealers of coc,
to a place enclosed in tight locks; ayeh,
your innocence, guilty by situation,
might get you in a deadlock,
either dead or dead!
So if selling's a sin,
and you are selling to win,
should you throw it in the bin?
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