OK THIS IS AN ABSTRACT PIECE SO DONT EXPECT EVERYTHING TO RHYME
The cellar feels musty after living here for so long
The piled up waste products of the lives here the smell remains strong
Belonging to nothing or nobody I live the life of a merchant
Selling what I find to tourists who see me as a peasant
But they only too willing to spend the dollars to give their family a present
Lived this way since I was living in this world little under a decade
My father killed for cheating a man at a market stall
Karma said he would die before our family would fall
My mother tore what she could from his remaining possessions
Owning little more than some boot polish and a mind full of obsessions
My mother was to fall from the path of prostitution
Her body was sold to the highest bidder like sheep at a market
The low lives of Bangkok took what was left of her life and then parted
My mother had taken enough beatings
She had faced this world alone for too many years
Police found my mother hanging swinging after 8 days alone
No families wanted a kid tainted by horrors for me there was no home
At an early age I grew up to see the city for what it really is
The businessmen blissfully unaware of the tragedy of our lives
Where all night we hide so we are not attacked by perverts with knives
But we cannot survive purely on scrap
I never use violence but I gotta steal from those who don’t lack
Child prostitution always presents itself for foreign contracts
Gangsters hunt day and night for those willing to such an adults nut sack
Anyway this time I would face up to make one big deal
One supply of smack
One trip through high security and I could eat a proper meal
I could eat and have enough money to last for years
I’m not stupid I can do maths I’ll get a job and I’ll never fear
So late at night I crawl beneath the reeds behind fascist pigs
I creep down the road towards House number 3 4 4 7
“you got the shit?” I hand it to him “oh there’s something I forgot to mention”
Surprised I’m like “what?” “GET DOWN NOW PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE FLOOR”
I turn round a pig shoots me in the chest
I can’t think what’s happened as I’m gasping for breath
But this was not how karma said to me it would end
I would die by not my own wrong doing but via my friends
Maybe that’s why I shouldn’t have trusted anyone
I play this game once and look what’s happened
The last sounds I can hear are those above me laughing
I look down with my last vision
There’s a hole by my heart and a bullet incision
Maybe this is what is to become of people like me
We live as the puppy dogs for people’s needs
So they can put us down when they please!
Well this next life I shall be reborn a prince
Gold will colour my life and my life will not know this
Aight hit me up. dont sleep
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