[1st Verse]
This story is about a girl, prostituting out on the streets
But hold on for a moment before you pass any judgement -
Because this isn't as it seems at the surface. And for us to understand the story better we need to take a closer and deeper look into her background…
Let us begin:
Listen up, uh
Born in 95, works the other 9 to 5
Rolling in a Royce, shows the man her drive
So she's getting paid, just to get him laid
That's just how her life goes every day to day
Wasn't about this life, but never had a chance to mind
The mine of unlocked gold potential, trapped in her mind
In honour of her parents, she keeps up this appearance
To feed her little brother without any interference
Her inner fear is not giving enough provision
But she amateurish, see, so difficult to see an ending
And it pains her - she feel there's no other way
And even though it drains her, can't afford to take a holiday
She misses school, misses her friends
Forced into this ritual, to prevent her life's end
No one to understand, that life forced her hand
No one can understand, that life forced her hand
[2nd Verse]
And naturally you'd hope things turn around for someone like that
Knowing their background it would almost be heartless to not be sympathetic, maybe you're even rooting for her, and you'd want everything to eventually end up okay;
But life doesn't always work like that. And you have characters like the antagonist in our story:
Lemme tell you about him now, see, he was a...
Well known mogul, married, got two kids
Seems to have it all, so why he actin' stupid?
Pullin' up on the side of the road
Picking up a girl who's only seventeen years old
Easily enticed, long day at the office
Let go of the tension: emptying what's in his pockets
It doesn't make sense the way he throws away his dollars
All good to him, never mind the lipstick on his collar
Conscience reminds him of his wife, but all he does is call her
Says he's working late, rain check on their date
Hangs up, then tells the girl he lovin' how she do
Says to call him daddy, but she thinks 'Imagine if my father knew.'
The guilt builds up - 'He probably turning in his grave
True, the situation's grave, but I just shouldn't live this way.'
Before things get heated she decides to stop!
Notices he getting mad, in that moment her heart drops
[3rd Verse]
Now it's not surprising that this guy expects whatever he wants, but this girl seems not to want to give it to him
Unfortunately for her he can't control his temper, and as she tries to get out he pulls her back
In his eyes she sees rage boiling over, tries to break free - bad move
He slams her head into the steering wheel, again and again and again - and then...
Blood all over his shirt
No pulse as he feels her neck
Ironically at that his heart stops
Skips a beat, and he starts to panic
He doesn't want to believe it, checks again
Still nothing from her vein
Palms sweaty, limbs shaking, sees bruises
A lot is going through his brain
“What if the cops find out? ... (Don't say it, don't say it) …
And what about the fam? (Don't even think about it)
Couldn't possibly ever survive without 'em:
But maybe they could live without me ...” (wait, what?!)
Hand reaches into the glove compartment (oh no, oh no)
Puts the pistol to his head (oh no)
Hold up, wait, don't pull the trigger (w-w-wait, stop!) ...
Too late, there goes another figure: dead ...
The moral of the story is
Needless pleasure seeking is potentially inglorious
But some will still find a way to say that she's to blame
When really she was just a sacrificial pawn in this game
A circumstantial victim for whom no one really cared
Now her brother's left to fend for himself, scared
And that man's family grieving over something they never coulda prepared
For. Consequence of a deadly lust affair
The consequence of a deadly lust affair
The consequence of a deadly lust affair
Lust affair, lust affair, lust affair...
