Life's about distraction, cognition, and personal desire
It may not be worth it for me, but it may be what's pushing you higher,
To you my initial statement could easily be rewired
Just to fit what you require but I'm just trying to give you a tip

Whether what pleases you is the fire on your lips,
A figure on your hips,
Intoxicated liquid just to get a kiss
It's not my place to say what you should admire
Go toss your mind into whatever you desire,

Go higher please,
Don't let it control you till you’re left on your last knees,
Just for a pair of jeans or to afford a pair of panties,
For you first born girl, mother of 3,
I asked her if she was fine and she just looked at me,
Repeating...

"The water ain't free and the clothes ain't cheap.
The landlord keeps begging me for more money than he knows I receive,
Damn it man, he does it purposely,
When I’m done I’m not sure what will be left of me.”

I told myself I’d leave it alone but I kept calling her phone,
She had a good heart but was working in a brothel,
Like 1604, the Edo period in Japan,
Working for some older man to support her children,

Her name was Trinity, her beauty was infinity,
I thought she had no dignity but she just was just supporting 3,
Felt awful for judging her, but she was already condemned,
Probably disowned by her boyfriend, her family and friends,

I said “What kind of man would’ve done this to you?”
Ignoring it, she muttered “...Children's names are Camilla and Sue”,
I said “What about the other one?”,
She didn’t say ‘nun, she just merely shed a tear,
She took me to her home that year,

And I just looked inside the place,
Bedroom, bathroom, and a vase,
A broken picture of what seemed to be her mother, and she muttered
“She was young, but now she’s gone,
I should’ve cherished her,
I should’ve loved her,
I wanted to make her proud”

And I told her it was fine, it was just her time to go,
She said “I was too poor after my mother had gone,
She’s in a better place now but I can’t help but feel it’s my fault,
The police shot my mother to death, ‘cause I ran ‘way from arrest,

I was just trying to get us some food but it cost me her life,
They missed me and hit her instead,
I still regret it, please cherish your mom,
I didn't think she'd be gone from my bed…

She said “Don’t worry I’m fine!
I’ll make it out... this time!
Unless I keep working for Lion, I can’t support ‘em,
I’d rather work to death than watch them suffer more than I did,
So when you see me in the streets,
Don’t judge me like the others, please

It’s the only way I make it out,
Understand my growing pains
I’ve probably experienced them all, but I’m just trying my best,
I got myself in this mess, and I’ll get myself out of it,
Praying to God I don’t die in the plot of it.”