damn its beautiful aint it all these wood boxes of flower arrangement damn its beautiful aint it all these kids shoots when aint nobody aiming she beautiful aint she her vision amazing a rose in the pavement its just entertainment thats what she tried to tell herself as shes naked for payment patient is her faith is erasing she talk to god before she hit the stage know she in a sea of rage but she gotta see a wage false idols become in vital this is survival or suicidal when they make it rain them showers of pain numbing shots to the brain maybe keep her sane puffing cigarettes in a fishnet cause a visnet get sicker than a quick set see the past he got pass on dance to the last song hope it dont last long tryna make ends meet to get by you a slave to the money then you die nitty scott damn its beautiful aint it all these gold crosses aint nobody praying damn its beautiful aint it all your friends dying and you hanging with strangers shes beautiful aint she her case in the making her break is forsaken her body is aching but she never keep them waiting she vacant for satan begging for saving her vision is fading now she higher than a heel on her stilettos girl from the ghetto is sweet like falsetto playing with her needs pull strings like they geppetto was time to let go but she never got the memo tricking for a fix until she falls out another dog going south in a doll house tryna make ends meet to get high you a slave to the feeling then you die nitty scott  x2 every day i cry inside some more i dont know what i am fighting for