Constance - Mr. J. Medeiros.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jason Christopher Medeiros
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[00:30.32]An old man vacationing he stands patiently
[00:33.34]Under a hotel sign that blinks vacancy
[00:35.87]He’s thinking maybe he’s to late to make the drop off
[00:38.38]Until a truck coming his way breaks and stops short
[00:41.02]And now he’s out of sorts
[00:42.14]And you can see he’s sorta nervous
[00:43.34]Walking to the passenger door to meet his ordered service
[00:45.82]This is someone’s daughter working
[00:47.41]Blames his conscience when the driver says
[00:48.92]“She’s my youngest, her name is Constance.”
[00:50.79]He comments, “…and its only six dollars per visit
[00:53.10]Just don’t leave any marks on her, it hurts business”
[00:55.78]Thought for a minute then confessed, “That’s fair.”
[00:57.44]Since it was three dollars less then his cab fare
[01:00.85]“How old are you honey?” she says, “I’m thirteen.”
[01:03.55]Her nose was runny its raining in the Philippines
[01:06.27]He hands over the money in a chilling scene
[01:08.48]The truck drives off
[01:09.37]And now he’s on the hunt to kill her dreams
[01:11.34]The sign reads no vacancy
[01:13.17]He leads Constance to a room he has rented for taping
[01:15.86]See he’s about to turn six into six thousand
[01:18.72]And all you have to do is click on your web browser
[01:21.23]It’s not illegal to use raping as a cash crop
[01:23.61]As long as it says she’s 18 on your laptop
[01:26.43]The sound of rain is her backdrop laying there
[01:28.56]Like she’s waiting for somebody to say they care
[01:31.62]While the tears of God fall down the window pane
[01:33.70]She feels unholy like the Father doesn’t know her name
[01:36.55]Marry Magdalene and the women at the well
[01:38.68]He knows everything that happens
[01:40.37]And in His arms she fell
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[02:01.90]He’s twenty one and all alone in his household
[02:04.18]He’s tempted by the quiet he feels and the mouse he holds
[02:07.00]The silence of his spouse is cold
[02:08.92]So he’s about to help that man get his six thousand gold
[02:12.31]One click and now she’s sold
[02:14.12]Withholding his conscience, scrolling trough the comments
[02:16.66]There she is looking confident, a picture of Constance
[02:19.23]In a series of video clips “Adult Content”
[02:22.71]The title blinks in bold letters like the vacancy sign
[02:25.30]It’s his time to go get her
[02:27.09]It’s like his mind doesn’t know better
[02:29.01]Her soul is crying out, “Let me go.” but he won't let her
[02:32.21]He got her trapped inside his media player
[02:34.26]Held captive by his need to replay her
[02:36.06]It’s a matter of he being here and she being there
[02:38.99]That’s why he doesn’t feel the need to care
[02:41.36]Guilt is in the seed he bares
[02:42.94]Spilling his shares of the profit
[02:44.40]On a five hundred million dollar market
[02:46.27]Where children are regarded as product
[02:48.28]And traded like stock tips
[02:49.70]And raped for the sake of our pockets
[02:51.39]His laptop sits like a window into Constance’s room
[02:54.42]Where he exits cus its almost noon
[02:56.42]And he’s expecting his wife home soon
[02:58.18]With new clothes for the baby
[02:59.50]She’d be angry if she saw his new lady
[03:01.52]A thirteen-year-old Filipino named Constance
[03:04.12]Trust me girl God has not forgotten
[03:06.95]He knew Mary Magdalene and the women at the well
[03:09.68]He knows everything that happenes
[03:11.37]And in His arms she fell
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