Selling my soul to the devil, looking out on a whole other level. Seeing things more clearly, the world is awfully dreary. Selling myself on the market, men can have me if they want it.
God looking down on me, shameful, I am disgusting. Making money for my fam, lying next to filthy men. The market is flooded every one wants a piece of me, I'm just a little dolly.
I want a life, I try to hide, away from the world. The scars on my body, the torture in my soul he thoughts in my mind, make my body run cold.
I go to the market, in order to survive, this is the world that makes me dive. Makes me run deep, in order to eat, I need to feed my family.
The scandals are never ending, the thoughts are bending, and my mind sending me away.
Selling myself all day, up for profit all night, this is the world I live in and this is the world that I try to fight. The rules are harsh, when I need a break, I just make even more mistakes.
On the job all day, I never cease to amaze me. Thinking of the money only, the market is just not for me. I'm up for profit and I don't know why, maybe it's time to say goodbye.