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Wandering around Nowhere to go Nothing to hide Empty No one wants to help Think I'm gonna hurt them But, they are so wrong Just searching for acceptance And a place to sleep A warm place With a soft, comfy bed And maybe a pillow or two No one wants to help Think I'm gonna hurt them But, they are so wrong Just searching for acceptance And some food to eat Preferably some home-cooked But, I quote: "Beggars can't be choosers" No one wants to help Think I'm gonna hurt them But, they are so wrong Just searching for acceptance Maybe a bit of money No, I'm not gonna buy ***** And no, I don't smoke Just want to get to a long lost relative But They think I've got some hidden agenda To **** them daughter Or suddenly pull out a gun Maybe run away with stolen goods
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
Beggars
Wandering around Nowhere to go Nothing to hide Empty No one wants to help Think I'm gonna hurt them But, they are so wrong Just searching for acceptance And a place to sleep A warm place With a soft, comfy bed And maybe a pillow or two No one wants to help Think I'm gonna hurt them But, they are so wrong Just searching for acceptance And some food to eat Preferably some home-cooked But, I quote: "Beggars can't be choosers" No one wants to help Think I'm gonna hurt them But, they are so wrong Just searching for acceptance Maybe a bit of money No, I'm not gonna buy ***** And no, I don't smoke Just want to get to a long lost relative But They think I've got some hidden agenda To **** them daughter Or suddenly pull out a gun Maybe run away with stolen goods
I hate to see people that just love to turn the cheek when one or two beggars come and ask them for something. You people who does that, here is a message: just hear them out, it might change his/her life or even yours
thomas-davies
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
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