Spin Cycle
Challenge: "Jobs"

VERSE 1
four a.m., another wrinkle is born
no time to think about that, her little girl needs to eat
so many plans, so much potential
now she's making lattes till noon, every day is like a feat

and she eats a day old bagel
while she rides the free train to the Holiday Inn
there's a hundred rooms to clean
her knuckles feel like bare bones, an unrelenting hint

the rent has finally been paid
but there's a third slaver to see
it's a hard choice to make
for the little girl needs her mommie

VERSE 2
she pushs on through the pain
eventually it fades to a subtle expression of blank
she's got nothing left to give
but for her baby girl, she pushs on like a saint

her debtors don't bat an eye
the cost of humanity; too high for the bottom line
hope doesn't try to show its face
she wouldn't recognize it in these times

if she ever manages to get ahead
it'd come too late for her to see
this hollowed out shell is all that's left
for the little girl needs her mommie

BRIDGE
what's the little girl gunna become?
live by example, she's just too young
towels shouldn't be thrown, 
but that's what happens when they're hung

fifteen; there's no one to guide her
and soon a belly begins
her state says she's gotta keep it
the cycle continues to spin