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I was listening to the local Christian Rock station on the way to work this morning and heard the most incredible "rap" song. It is an extremely powerful song about rape, human trafficking, child pornography and pornography in general really. There is also a video that brings tears to your eyes. The lyrics are posted below and taken from the I Am Constance webpage.
CONSTANCE LYRICS - by Mr. J Medeiros 1st verse:
An old man vacationing, he stands patiently under a hotel sign that blinks vacancy he's thinking maybe he's to late to make the drop off till a truck coming his way breaks and stops short and now he's out of sorts and you can see he's sorta nervous walking to the passenger door to meet his ordered service this is someones daughter working blames his conscience when the driver says "she’s my youngest, her name is Constance" he comments "and its only 6 dollars per visits just dont leave any marks on her, it hurts business" thought for a minute and he confessed "that’s fair" since it was three dollars less then his cab fair "how old are you honey" she says "im thirteen" her nose was runny its raining in the Philippines he handed over the money in a chilling scene the truck drives off and now he's on the hunt to kill her dreams the sign reads no vacancy, he leads Constance to a room he has rented for tapping see, he's about to turn six into six thousand and all you have to do is click on your web browser its not illegal to use rapping as cash crop as long as it says she’s 18 on your laptop the sound of rain is her backdrop laying there like she’s waiting for somebody to say they care while the tears of God fall down the window pain she feels unholy like her Father doesnt know her name Marry Magdalene and the woman at the well He knows everything that happened and His arms she fell.
hook: repeat x2 in his arms she feel will you stay with me
2nd verse
His 21 and all alone in his household hes tempted by the quiet he feels and the mouse he holds the silence of his spouse is cold so his about to help that man get his six thousand gold one click and now she’s sold withholding his conscience scrolling through the comments there she is looking confident a picture of Constance in a series of video clips, "adult content" the title blinks in bold letters like the vacancy sign its his time to go get her its like his mind doesnt know better her soul is crying out "let me go" but her wont let her he got her trapped inside his media player held captive by his need to replay her its a matter of he being here and she being there that’s why he doesnt feel the need to care guilt is in the seed he bares spilling his shares of the profit on a 500,000 million dollar market were children are regarded as product and traded like stock tips and raped for the sake of our pockets his lap top sits like a window into Constance room where he enters cus its almost noon and his expecting his wife home soon with new close for the baby shed be angry if she saw his new lady a thirteen year old Filipino named Constance trust me girl God has not forgotten He knew Marry Magdalene and the Woman at the Well He knows everything that happened and in His arms she fell
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