Like a cinematic flick scene, split screen/
Christine she's only sixteen/
with big dreams but...she knits jeans/
trapped in a factory ran by sick fiends/
she works on the line for some pennies a day/
the prettiest girl in the phillipines many would say/
but she couldnt speak the lingo to save her life
cause they had snatched her up from the USA/
ten years ago but she could still view that day/
as an orphan her new parents came through that day/
they picked her up and threw her in a cage full of kids/
and when the devil showed up he started to bid/
he pointed tho christine with an arrogant smile/
then he dumped a load of money right there in a pile/
so greedy for the money they sell their first borns/
to the devil who takes them to hell to work for 'em/

i wanted to take you away from your abusive pops/
he was treatin you like a useless prop/
'til i came he hated me lovin you but i refuse to stop/
partners in crime the plans that we used to plot/
man i cant believe that we really going into this path again/
its sort of like way back when they were traffickin the africans/
he sold his only daughter she'll never smile or laugh a again/
they took her to the hideaway and then they took her pride away/
but "Janies got a gun" guess somebody gotta die today/
press it on your temple you can spread your wings and fly away/
to heaven just a mile away, the same way your mother died/
then you'll return to the earth as a butterfly/
but in the gutter lies hope like a rose that grows from concrete so heres a rope/
and so she lives on a devil slave cause she got no other choice/
from a tousand miles away she can still hear her mothers voice/