Something I wrote a while back:
We fightin', we scratchin', we dealin', we pantin'
we live on dirt roads, we don't live in the Hamptons
Our lives are a struggle; we beg and we share it
and yet at the end of the day-no merit,
No credit, we cheap, what we find we keep,
and when we find nothin', together we weep
We look in yo eyes, to find some remorse
WHAT, fifty-five cents while you driving a Porsche?
You act like you care, you pulling yo share,
but yet you can't help us when we in despair
Do we seek yo sympathy, what do you think?
I'm screaming so loud, I think I need a shrink
and still we caught up in this life of the poor
while you on lush golf courses, screaming out FOUR!!!!
We ain't here to make you feel angered or dissed,
Just wanna make light of the fact we exist,
So next time you spend on something you don't need
Right under yo eyes is someone you can feed
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