Constance (Joe Beats Remix)-Mr. J. Medeiros

[00:00.00] [00:00.000] 作曲 : Joe Del Carpini [00:20.43]An old man vacationing he stands patiently [00:23.19]Under a hotel sign that blinks vacancy [00:25.72]He’s thinking maybe he’s to late to make the drop off [00:28.23]Until a truck coming his way breaks and stops short [00:30.77]And now he’s out of sorts [00:31.79]And you can see he’s sorta nervous [00:33.26]Walking to the passenger door to meet his ordered service [00:35.73]This is someone’s daughter working [00:37.14]Blames his conscience when the driver says [00:38.95]“She’s my youngest, her name is Constance.” [00:40.70]He comments, “…and its only six dollars per visit [00:42.97]Just don’t leave any marks on her, it hurts business” [00:45.70]Thought for a minute then confessed, “That’s fair.” [00:47.89]Since it was three dollars less then his cab fare [00:50.26]“How old are you honey?” she says, “I’m thirteen.” [00:53.45]Her nose was runny its raining in the Philippines [00:55.93]He hands over the money in a chilling scene [00:58.29]The truck drives off [00:59.32]And now he’s on the hunt to kill her dreams [01:01.13]The sign reads no vacancy [01:02.81]He leads Constance to a room he has rented for taping [01:05.66]See he’s about to turn six into six thousand [01:08.12]And all you have to do is click on your web browser [01:10.90]It’s not illegal to use raping as a cash crop [01:13.44]As long as it says she’s 18 on your laptop [01:16.18]The sound of rain is her backdrop laying there [01:18.43]Like she’s waiting for somebody to say they care [01:21.33]While the tears of God fall down the window pane [01:23.55]She feels unholy like the Father doesn’t know her name [01:26.46]Marry Magdalene and the women at the well [01:30.17]He knows everything that happens [01:30.18]And in His arms she fell [01:33.54] [01:51.90]He’s twenty one and all alone in his household [01:53.97]He’s tempted by the quiet he feels and the mouse he holds [01:56.99]The silence of his spouse is cold [01:58.72]So he’s about to help that man get his six thousand gold [02:02.21]One click and now she’s sold [02:03.96]Withholding his conscience, scrolling trough the comments [02:06.39]There she is looking confident, a picture of Constance [02:09.15]In a series of video clips “Adult Content” [02:12.63]The title blinks in bold letters like the vacancy sign [02:15.11]It’s his time to go get her [02:16.87]It’s like his mind doesn’t know better [02:18.82]Her soul is crying out, “Let me go.” but he won't let her [02:21.90]He got her trapped inside his media player [02:24.05]Held captive by his need to replay her [02:25.81]It’s a matter of he being here and she being there [02:28.94]That’s why he doesn’t feel the need to care [02:31.14]Guilt is in the seed he bares [02:32.70]Spilling his shares of the profit [02:34.35]On a five hundred million dollar market [02:36.21]Where children are regarded as product [02:38.07]And traded like stock tips [02:39.51]And raped for the sake of our pockets [02:41.22]His laptop sits like a window into Constance’s room [02:44.23]Where he exits cus its almost noon [02:46.23]And he’s expecting his wife home soon [02:48.00]With new clothes for the baby [02:49.33]She’d be angry if she saw his new lady [02:51.49]A thirteen-year-old Filipino named Constance [02:54.06]Trust me girl God has not forgotten [02:56.84]He knew Mary Magdalene and the women at the well [02:59.29]He knows everything that happenes [03:01.26]And in His arms she fell [03:06.85]