Got underground trafficking rings
Bring kids into foreign countries
And sell them off
For a hundred thousand bucks
(you know what?)
These kids don't know what's going on
All they know is fear
They don't know fun
They get beat up
And brought down all the time
Now these kids grow up as slaves
Giving head a walking house for aids
50 bucks a night
There's no way this is right
They think that people do this all the time
And bleeding, pain, and beatings are fine
Theyr'e used to it
And they wont forget
The time that they lived and died
As invisible children