Here’s a tale about Natasha
from the land of Czechoslovakia
who fell into the hands of a blood sucking Dracula
Always wanted to be a dancer
find a man to romance her,
but it all ended the day her dad died
from cancer
Now a life of destitution
Couldn’t find the right solution
but never thought she might end up
in prostitution
Until she met Dimitri
Man he talked so sweetly
dressed neatly
Swept her off her feet completely.
He like I know that you can’t cope
I’ve helped many in the same boat
thinking they’re stinking
I made them float
You could go to London’s West End
get a job with my best friend
the fee is free so don’t even stress friend
It seemed like a no brainer
but didn’t feel that way eight days
in a cold metal container.
She said such is & so so
but didn’t know though that only ho’s go
through the back doors to whore in Soho.
Dimitri’s friend Sergei
said use my phone to call home
to see if your family are all okay
The cover looked good,
She judged the book by it you never should
with hind sight you know she never would
Snared in a trap
Like a hare she was game
punished for pleasure
with no way back
She said I didn’t come for this
He replied with his fist
as she cried he said it’s only business.
Her pupils always dilated
intoxicated, violated time after time
She starts to lose her mind
They only see the neon lights, there so bright
they blind the people from the evil
that’s happening out of sight
Well I’m going to make them know,
She jumped from the window
three floors to the ground below
She died on impact.
And the impact of that caused the police
To investigate the diseased
You thought at least there’d be a
happy end?
Man this is real life not let’s pretend,
but a powerful message she did send
How one woman’s bravery
and sacrifice of her life was the price
To end others slavery.
When Red Lights Don’t Stop Traffic (Part 2 – The Traffic Warden)
Live in the fast lane
Don’t care about traffic
I drive through red lights
then I’m gone like it’s magic
These ho honey pots
put doe in my money pot
It’s all by the clock
So don’t make my money stop
From the time I was little
My dad filled my head with the red flag
and the hammer and the sickle
By the middle of the Eighties
Wanna show I can do what my brother can
and fight for the motherland
So I donned my greens from envy
could have been any enemy Send me
I’ll erase my foes from memory
Found myself in the nineties with many troopers sour
in the last hours
of a collapsing super power
Trained for war not the peace
You can’t blunt the horns of a beast
used my brawn and tore up the streets
If there’s bums on seats
or feet dancing to beats
to ensure your up keep
You’ll pay my cut and don’t speak
They called me the enforcer
but I never did force ya
you were compelled by tales
of brutal torture
In this New World Order
My man said be clever in your endeavour
make profit from girls to order
so I’m soon crossing borders
tossed about on foreign waters
making money from other men’s lost daughters.
Think I’m in for the pennies?
Nah I’m in for the pounds
and now I bought ya
You’re going to lay down
We run a tight ship
and keep them bitches tight lipped
otherwise
my riches might slip
This trick’s supposing that she’s special
I keep my pimp hand like metal
so she understands how problems get settled
Man I knew this bitch was getting high
didn’t think she’d try to fly
just as some poor guy was zipping up his flies
Now they’ve got me wearing bracelets
but we’ll see how far the case gets
A no show?
I’m ready to take bets
Testify?
They’re more or less messing with their lives
And left to families’ questions of who,
where and why’s.
