Job

so hurt the love grows dim

sit back, relax, glass of Jim

stairs straight ahead, blank face, car rims

"what do you want", man fancies women's skin

hops in, work begins

soul ties, feeble grin

"does that feel right" women moans

never knew this was your life long loan

pays the price for her child to have a home

why this? why now? child cries, no soul

"dirty" is the women who moans for gold

straight dollor bills, fake love, fools gold 

tries to make a living while living for the giving

giving all her body life a pawn shop of sinning 

baby at home trying to make food off of bread

while mama make bread to keep her weave on her head

couple hundred dollar bills made for the night

buys weed, head weave, sex toys, foolish feed 

kids home

nothing more

what's there to do 

just 

sit back, relax, next client, come through