A few lines of dope for you to know.... Does it worth It? I don’t think so.

But I need them to think,

Coz they make me speak...

And I want you to know Coz you make me sick.

I ve been a prostitute, my mistake an escort girl,

A precious classy type one but I’m still a whore

Made of your blood & sharing the same last name on our mail

Also making true your dream of a five stars hotel lifestyle

I’ve been a drug dealer, a cocaïne Hustler,

Carrying my stuff around in Paris by Night in my underwear,

I didn’t know the cold, couldn’t remember the pain,

Filling up my fancy bra with Sir Money and Brothers Dollars

To buy myself the same designer bag as yours,

So, Auntie, I’ll never be ashamed of my non possessions again.

When I was daddy’s little girl, doing it all well,

For the sake of your love, I even didn’t get a phone call, I fought most of my life, penniless, studying hard

I ve cried each night out of 15 years. Noone cared.

Praying for my dad to come back & take me home

Rage & Despair fed me while you never came...

A few lines of dope for you to know....

Does it worth It? I don’t think so.

But I need them to think,

Coz they make me speak...

And I want you to know Coz you make me sick.

I’ve been a junkie, a real one, involving needles

Holes in the arms, scars all over the body, empty Eyes.

And at the end of my spoon, next to my last fix available,

I often feel the same while the flesh is pierced by the syringe, It all comes clear.

I weep like a poor little thing,

So Daddy doesn’t love me, they all never did. They never will.

I’ve always been bisexual, For as long as I remember

My first crushes were for classmates, I was their hidden Lover Silencious as well...

Then a boyfriend turned me into swapping

And I’ve tried to fuck as many women as did my father, cheating

On us. Sexually, I m into girls. My Love has no Gender,

At least I m all about Love, while your sons feel like they had no mother.

When I was the pride of mummy, & teachers,

They named me the queen of Competitive Exams.

I’ve also been a bit of a beauty pageant.

I won prices & awards But none of my people never came to applause...

So what’s the point of a success

When around there’s none

To tell you well done.

It Made emptiness

So real I couldn’t bounce again.

I met my delusions so plain...

It was no option

To go on....