her daddy raped her when she was 8 years oldhis selfish action took a piece of her soulbut she would thank him when she learned how to drivetook some gasoline and burned him alivedrove to L.A. so she could be a starbut prostitution didnt get her so farher daddy’s face on every johnso she went out and she baught her a gunshe had enough and couldnt take anymorewhat would she be a murderer or a whoreno fire down in hell belowcould match the pain of the life she had knownshe killed so many that she couldnt keep counther life had fucked her but she found a way outit gave her power that she never hadand murder paid more than the fuck ever didshe found a power that was hers aloneshe found a way to stop the painshe found a way to make her life her ownshe found a chanel for her rageshe walks the streets witht he pimps and the slimebut her past she has left far behindnobody is gonna stop her noweven if they could somehowso take a look deep inside yourselfyou are no better than anyone elseand if you should look her wayyou wont live to see another daylittle runaway dont crythere is so much more time to kill