Standing on a street corner,
Worrying about the kids,
Is there another way to do this,
This is something that God forbids…

 
Here comes another guy,
Is he a cop or a “John?”
I’ve got away with this many times,
But the cops play their cons…

 
Are the kids okay,
I wonder all the time,
Since my man left me,
It’s so tough to make a dime…

 
I’m doing okay doing this,
But I’m afraid for myself and my kids,
What if I catch a disease or end up in jail,
We’ll all end up on the skids…

 
There has to be a better way,
Please dear God show me how,
Please guide me through this,
And I’ll make a solemn vow…

 
Bobemakk@optonline.net ©2005