See's theres people talking trash, people screaming lies
I know none of its true just by the look in your eyes

why are people always trying to make life a living hell
who can you trust now a days, how can you tell

Our world and society today is so unreal
war, death, kids not knowing what its like to have a meal

it's like a kids on the streets begging for his life
the next day on the news, he gets stabbed with a knife

reason being? course there wasn't a reason
everyday 24/7 its killing season

random people dying, individuals crying
people living on strong, happily surviving

what do these people have besides their clothes on their back
constantly aware of being under attack

they live off our garbage, thats what they call food
if we dint have any leftovers then their screwed

how messed up is that
sad thing is, is that its a fact

why wont anyone try and make it stop
people are on the street every tick of the clock

were all human beings, why treat some like dirt
this can't go on, something has got to work

on a resolution to solve this issue
what if you were on the streets, would anyone miss you

no one will come to your rescue, they wouldn't even care
all they would do is looked ashamed and stare

and if your lucky they might drop a dime
one drop maybe the very last time

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