Little Girl

Little girl,

You try living in your fantasy land,

No sex, no drugs, no fucking demand,

Don't understand why they sent you to live with your brother,

So young, hold your tongue and the reasons undercover,

Never knew that you'd end up working like mother,

Yeah you were too young to understand it,

And you were nothing to guys who planned it,

Lived till 14 and then you'd had it,

Spitting out money so he could pay for his habit,

 

Little girl,

You were just his kid sister,

Now you're wearing less clothes and calling blokes mister,

Grown up like this and you're getting slicker,

Keeping his money tucked in your knicker,

She'll try and hide it but he'll kick and he'll hit her,

Gets the cash for the things destroying his ticker,

 

Little girl,

I've seen her working the corner,

Had enough time so I stop and I warn her,

Send her to a place that little bit warmer,

A place where they're gonna treat her nice,

'Piece of advice, walking the streets ain't right'

So she wanders home and it's late at night,

Brother's back and he's tryna be funny,

"Alright whore now where's my money?"

 

Little girl,

Falls to the floor,

Hit's the counter, smashes her jaw,

Twists her ankle, develops a limp,

The story told by her brother the pimp,

She's tired and weary of this cold, dark world,

Can't fight for much longer, she's just a little girl,

Finally gives up, cracks her head,

'Accidentally' winds up dead,

 

Little girl,

Only a teen, could have been the next prom queen,

Is this just a scene, a story behind a screen?

Close your eyes and it's only a dream,

Dream of a ditch and a pale, quiet face,

A brothers love and a resting place,

She was swept from the world and brutally killed,

For dark matter and a habit, blood was spilled