SPECIAL: Mr.J Medeiros - Constance

he's part of the underground group The Procussions, and this song i've had lingering and can't help listening to all the time..

Mr. J Medeiros - Constance



An old man vacationing,
he stands patiently under,
a hotel sign that blinks vacancy.
he's thinking maybe-
he's too 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 visit;
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
than his cab fare.

'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 taping 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 raping as a 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 windowpane,
she feels unholy
like her Father doesnt know her name.

Mary Magdalene and
the Woman At The Well;
He knows everything that happened,
and in His arms she fell.

will you stay with me?

He's 21 and all alone
in his household,
he's tempted by the quiet he feels
and the mouse he holds.

the silence of his spouse is cold,
so he's 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 he wont let her.

he got her trapped inside
his media player
held captive by his need to replay her.
it's 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 million dollar market,
where children are regarded as product
and traded like stock tips
and raped for the sake of our pockets.

his laptop sits like a window
into Constances' room, where
he exits coz its almost noon,
and he's expecting his wife home soon.

With new clothes for the baby,
she'd be angry if she saw
his new lady;
a thirteen year old Filipino named Constance.

trust me girl,
God has not forgotten.
He knew Mary Magdalene and
the Woman at the Well.
He knows everything that happens.
...and in His arms she fell.