Crying on her back
The child needs her feed
The woman
Struggling for her need
Cause that's all she'll ever need,
The woman by the street
Can't hire no nanny,
She's her own nanny,
Her child and her business
Are all one,
By the streets she sells
By the streets she ain't well,
Seen as a disgrace
All she got is her son to embrace,
When the inspectors come in,
It's now a chase
For they are in a money chase,
She evades them all
But that's not all,,,,
After a days drama
She heads home
By the ghetto and cold
She awaits her husbands stamar,
The rooms pitch black,
She lights her candle
Down she lets her son suckle
As her tummy lends a grumble,
She scraps for food
Then a knock on the door
It's now war,
By the stagger she gets a blow
And the next thing you know,
She is in trauma
But still has to awake to tge day's drama,
The night is long
But day us here,
Son on her back
To the streets she'll go,
And await for money to show
The woman on the street tries to be neat,
But lifes hit her to a defeat....
Bard mwendwa 😪
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