Ain’t no love out here…
Lots of fear.
I ain’t scared no more;
I’m only a whore.
Ain’t got no house…
Have a pimp, he’s a louse!
Ain’t no perks…
Just johns and jerks.
And all of ’em are shit;
Ain’t worth their wives spit.
But, she don’t know…
He also does blow.
Ain’t no place to rest…
That’s only for the best.
The high class whores…
It’s the same score!
They are just like me…
Just they got a higher fee.
Maybe it’s cause they’re young…
Ain’t got no blues to be sung.
I know there’s no place…
No matter my religion or race.
Homeless just means you’re dirt…
Cause no man gives you his shirt.
And if he do…
He is homeless, too.
The mothers and kids…
Who live here, on the skids;
Even if she does right…
Is ignored, out of sight.
They think we are all sluts…
No if, and or butt’s!
What if they asked us…
Gave us fare for a bus?
A few are just teens,
For them, it’s just means.
Why is it wrong to be here?
In the way, and people fear.
And even if we cry…
On whom can we rely?
Government is overrun…
Or under the gun.
The people don’t see…
At least, not me.
I am the homeless git;
Who never did fit.
My babies are all dead;
I couldn’t keep ’em fed.
Ain’t no love in the streets;
Just us, the homeless, the freaks.
This reminds me of when I lived with an escort. I was amazed at how similar high-class call girls are (or were, in the late 90s, anyway, and in my social sphere) to other rungs of sex workers.