where she go?

biblical remixes, tradin off like 3 sixes, the devils reverse aint mrs., a trick wit some kisses, she knows its business, but he say he love her n she listens, thinkin dis the life, only 18 n imma wife, so when she aint hookin she back at home cookin, cold meals wrapped up n left on the stove, hard on as he walk thru the door, so she plays wit it a little more, liquored up n he calls her his whore, she let him smack her ass, give it to him before he asks, blinded, money comin up fast, Gucci dis n a louis v that, in the fast lane they laugh, thinkin she first, while he placin her last, so she open up, n her pussy’s a vast, whole for a rich mans fat short wrinkled stack of cash, jus anotha perv wit a salt n peppa stash, afta work dressed in khaki slacks, slim fit straight from da gap, got a little pow he like to snort out the crack, so she lay flat, wit her ass up to his nose, prayin lord please don’t label me like dem hoes, im good, I know u know, this jus da way life goes, blowin like a bubble in the every day struggle, the past n the future in a present day juggle, tryna escape this concrete jungle, so she fuckin em crazy for a fee, crazily she thinkin this here last day to be, suicide to homicide who is it gonna be, I may be fuckin him but I swear he screwin me, so lord why not this mothafucka ova me, slowly, she readjustin history, her story, were stories, fairy tales to war stories, whore stories, damsel in distress waitin in mess, undress, n she forgets the rest, mind disappears somewhere close to death, knowin this aint no where found in the bible, so she turns a devils bridal under the promise of survival.....

n imma come back to this later... im late for class.