We hear it all the time
Lovely ladies getting naked for a dime
We close our eyes to the violence
It was her fault, she earned it
We can't afford to go to school
But you won't hire us cause if we don't go we're fools
It's not fair or right
We need to fight
Minimum wages can barely feed a bird
Alcohol is my diet, nearly a third
We take pills to be social when we can't handle sad
You sell them to us while selling that we're mad
Let us live alone and not be shot down
We don't need cocaine and we don't need gowns
It's not natural or native
I'm sorry to inform you but…
All of us pretty much hate it
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