we're gutter girls with
blank stares and dirty hands
we make drug deals with no
attempts at secrecy,
only a tired half-smirk
when wrinkled bills are exchanged
with furtive hands.

we're gutter girls with
no shoes and torn dresses,
no dreams, all guesses
mats in our hair, we're messes,
we make rhymes, yeah
but break them just when
it's getting good.

we're gutter girls and
we've nowhere to go
cause getting out means
stepping up, looking up,
and our eyes were
born looking at the ground.
old habits are hard to break and
girls like us die young.