Scared and cold,
first night on the streets.
Your body hurts from your head to your feet.
You miss school,
not the work it's the friends
thinking what you'll say
when they ask were you've been
Gotta dollar fifty
every penny gotta spend.
Make one wrong move...BOOM
your life comes to an end.

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