A millisecond two turning into seconds, then turning into minutes, then turning into hours/wash away her sins like John the Baptist and Catholics, soap foams down into the shower/in another half and hour, her thoughts gather like rain storms, her black parade just got rained on/Balenciaga shades, like night Ramada stays, trying to wash away all the clients she laid on/from drug dealers who be getting their slang on, to Wall Street niggas with their stock and exchange on, to open married couples who be getting their swing on/been in more sheets than Flanigan, Raymour, work ethic like a porn star/ain’t seasonal or temp but her services are on call/so high on that Methadone, if it’s left alone, it’s Geronimo, feeling like a free fall/her posture on that Posturepedic had politicians stepping down from their seat and had pastors in confessionals weeping/stand up guys caught pants down cheating/indecent indeed, even early Earnhardt couldn’t move at her speed/she’s gone in 60 seconds like Jolie/coldly, reapply appliance, pull her dress down slowly/back-to-back rings like Kobe Bryant, on the wedding fingers of clients, walk into the room hear the desolate silence, her room keys rattling unzipping the flyers/eyes seen hate, mouth spews waste and a tongue so numb it eludes all tastes/some have fun constantly for role play, while others have fetishes they want to portray/she’s been to the ultimate lows being pimped like Hustle and Flow and Taraji would know/it’s kinda like Biggie and Hov, gotta “Whoop That Trick” for the “Love of the Dough”, oh!/and she’s been on the receiving end of many a shakedowns, beatdowns and backhands/a few of them even tried to rape her, Mad Men, Donald Francis Draper/another day, another man escapes her, walking out her life, so quick to degrade her/degrade and deface her, throwing dirt on her name like mother nature she is in danger/and she wants to fly away like Amelia Earhart, but doesn’t fit the criteria, therefore she’s a harlot, stuck in the web, Charlotte…