If my only mission On this earth Is to warm the Bodies of men Then let this fire Consume me Burn my bones Afterwards Throw my ashes Into the river Of slumps Let the history Of men Judge my deeds.
When times are hard When days sweat your life Eyes of jealousy mind floating by Thinking of the wealth Luxuries beckon the mind
For a quick fix Women always know where to find Get the men spread their legs ‘Hold on brother till I am satisfied’
The ancient art of prostitution Bringing it the society doesn’t ignore The men want it to happen The taste of the forbidden drives Only these angels of the nights They will do it for money To live and be remembered As men shared their exploits
The sin generates The urge to taste The forbidden fruit Men go when money talk For women a day to live
In the embrace of unity Lies the sin of beauty in the eyes The souls try to get free The lusts of money and sexual needs It explodes intimately
Prostitution The call of the hunt Of wealth and desires Of living of fighting for a chance To live a semblance of normalcy
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When times are hard
When days sweat your life
Eyes of jealousy mind floating by
Thinking of the wealth
Luxuries beckon the mind
For a quick fix
Women always know where to find
Get the men spread their legs
‘Hold on brother till I am satisfied’
The ancient art of prostitution
Bringing it the society doesn’t ignore
The men want it to happen
The taste of the forbidden drives
Only these angels of the nights
They will do it for money
To live and be remembered
As men shared their exploits
The sin generates
The urge to taste
The forbidden fruit
Men go when money talk
For women a day to live
In the embrace of unity
Lies the sin of beauty in the eyes
The souls try to get free
The lusts of money and sexual needs
It explodes intimately
Prostitution
The call of the hunt
Of wealth and desires
Of living of fighting for a chance
To live a semblance of normalcy
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