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Artist JoeMac
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Pole Dancer

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Round of applause, baby make thatclap, (clap, clap), drop it to the floor, make thatclap (clap, clap), Round of applause, baby make thatclap, (clap, clap), drop it to the floor, make thatclap (clap, clap), see she want those stacks, damn the ones, see baby girl want those expensive funds, those 20’s and 50’s, see she aint shaking thatand titties for nothing, she gone work for that change, a million s sittin round the stage, woofin and hollin, she get to climbing and start dropping and p popping down that pole, BIG KRIT, UGK and three six got those speakers on swole, they yelling for mo, so now that top come off, then those bottoms come off, see that’s why I like them country strip clubs in Florida and Alabama, cause they be fronting back home in Indiana, cause they don’t even let em get naked, unless they in Gary, and I don’t wanna see them girls cause they scary, bullet holes, scratch marks, teeth bites, y’all know what I’m getting at, but back to this, she done finished her shift, head back to that locker room and shower up, upped her bank a couple thousand bucks and now, she need to get home for those two hours to crash, cause in another six hours she got class, plus in between that she gotta get her lil man to school, and at the same time, she gotta prepare for school, cause today’s final test gone determine whether she gone be that licensed accountant, or whether she gone be spending the rest of her life accountin for those bucks off da floor, but she aint make it, so now she depressed, she failed her test, right now, she aint concerned bout studying harder, she need to get away from this world for the weekend, so by weeks end, she back at it, with a quick hit of a blunt, few shots of cognac, she right back to bendin over that back, and shaking those cheeks, s from the streets and even s in business suits is tossing her loot, and for a few hours, she can escape her reality, but in actuality, after she done tonight, she gone go right back to being depressed, but it aint time for that yet, she come off stage, get slid a wad of benjis, and now Mr. who riding round in that benzi, is getting that champagne room treatment, she drop to her knees quicker than a nun in prayer, givin that and balls some care, and movin that wet tongue in more circles than a fat chick at a buffet, cause hey, she gotta make her bread, so whether it’s by head or dance, she gotta get paid, now its that next day, and that situation still aint changed, see this is the story of so many black school girls in America, cause Mr. America done told em hey, aint no other way you can pay for that tuition, unless you strippin, cause while you stripping yo clothes, he stripping yo mind, yo self esteem, yo self respect, he strippin you of yo dreams where you expected to make it in his corporate America for those dollas, but now, you degrading yo’self for a measly couple of dollas, so here baby girl, I’ll give you a dolla and a dream, cause I want you to realize, that pole aint always what it seems

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2b2b2 says:

Great Write...Well Crafted...thanks for sharing....ONE

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