Gods Precious Child

by R.C. Fighter
She’s workin hard at something she hates,
Just doin what he tells her.
Everyday she wakes with an ache.
She just wants to be gone,
She just wants to be away from him.

She’s just tryin hard to survive,
But mostly she just wants to die.
She knows it’ll kill her eventually,
She says there is more than this for me.
For me.
For me.

She wishes she could hold her head up high.
She never thought this would be her life.
She wanted love all she got was drugs,
And men building shame inside her.

You think your getting away with this,
You think your getting away.
I don’t know how you think that.
Your are hurting Gods,
Precious child.

You shoulda thought twice,
Before you took a life,
And tried to twist it for gain.
The hand of God is coming,
To save the children you trade.
You’re hurting Gods,
Precious child.

Gods precious child.
Gods precious child.
I pray justice for,
Gods precious child,
She is.