The Life Of A Junkie Whore

If there's one thing I know, it's how to make ends meet on the streets, ya feel me? It ain't pretty, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to keep that sweet, sweet crack in her veins. See, I started young, way too young, and now I'm just scrapin' to survive. My lips are big enough to land me a trick or two, but it's all just another fuck to feed my habit.

I've seen things, man, things that'd turn your stomach. But that's life when you're down here, living in the sewers, barely staying ahead of the withdrawal. Sometimes I think, maybe if I could just stop for a minute, find some peace, I could climb outta this hellhole. But then the sickness sets in, like a vicious snake coiling round my guts, and I'm back on the pavement, doing whatever it takes.

It's a hard, dirty life, but it's mine. And as long as I got a hit in my arm, I ain't goin' nowhere. So, if you see a skinny, strung-out bitch staggering down the street, look the other way, or better yet, give her a few bucks. Cause she's just another lost soul, tryin' to stay alive in this fucked up world.