Untold Stories

Yeah Ugh... Days are nights are cold Any of us can go Yow The street lights above flicker, she's waiting on a pick up In the thick of the night, the air is cold like ice She never knew this life before, turned a whore from Years of addiction, once a rich man's mistress Now it's distress and visits to the clinics Poverty got her selling pussy for a few digits Going home to her children, sunrise High on crack, smelling like sex, they adapt It's normal, most kids find it awkward Female paupers on a quest, midnight marauders Street corners is the office, the lawyers and the bosses Pass by, cheating on their wives She stay cautious, last month her friend Shauna Went missing and they found her body in the waters She keep her blade sharpened, there's a car parking A customer, asking "What's your price darling?" Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold Death don't discriminate, any of us can go Male, female, young or old It might be in the papers but most stories are never told Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold Death don't discriminate, any of us can go Male, female, young or old It might be in the papers but most stories are never told She stepped to the vehicle, Daddy, let me see you I'm looking for a good time, the nigga said Me too Asked her name, They call me pretty sweet As cute as could be, Get in the passenger seat Riding with a straight freak, back to the house Parked on the street, she went south with her mouth A real pro, learned how to blow to get cocaine Using her whole brain, these hoes have no shame This man was po po with his clothes plain He killed her with the fo fo at close range Choked her out after he bust, put her in cuffs Took her to the house so all the cops could fuck When it was over, a silent gunshot to the dome About the time she would usually get home To make breakfast, her kids wake to an empty house She was dead in the gully with blood up in her mouth Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold Death don't discriminate, any of us can go Male, female, young or old It might be in the papers but most stories are never told Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold Death don't discriminate, any of us can go Male, female, young or old It might be in the papers but most stories are never told The next day, the newspaper page say woman slain Individuals not identified by name Say the woman work the night train, think she Call herself Charmaine, but it was Alaine Mother of two, single parenthood was a strain Did what she could to maintain, from dating rich men To smuggling cocaine, by plane and by train Been around the world and back to the street game She feel pain, gotta raise her kids in the slums Seen better days but she take it as it comes Once had life and now a victim of the gun And whoulda thunk the trigger man was a drunk Cop, corrupt, off-duty, his wife was moody Left the house unruly, driving, looking for pussy Angry so he took it to murder and rape Hours later, he gotta investigate the case Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold Death don't discriminate, any of us can go Male, female, young or old It might be in the papers but most stories are never told Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold Death don't discriminate, any of us can go Male, female, young or old It might be in the papers but most stories are never told