Loose harlots, $5 dollars for brains,
And the biggest pimps are still leading assembly,
Church is mundane,
And all is obtained,
For a tax refund and a quick name change. (pastor)
Little girls who use to jump roped in the streets,
Now wear opposite colors,
Stay looking for beef.
The baby boy who once crawled in his crib,
Grew up, got shot,
Blasted his legs and tore open his ribs.
Peeping Tom lives next to your house,
Friendly text messages to go up in your blouse,
Now he and his spouse,
Are unemployed and stay on the web,
Videotaping what goes in their bed,
Fast money instead,
Sexy mammies showing all of their flesh,
I.D. card stating not even 18 yet,
No bosom or chest.
And there are real dudes, who work hard,
But are dedicated tippers,
Trying to wife up local strippers?
(sing)
No money, yet the world goes round, predicaments we all go through to take of a frown.