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Sep 2015
Have you ever made eye contact with the homeless
You stare into there eyes
Filled with lonesome was like a part of you dies
You wonder where they stay
Pray and even sleep
They stay hungry endless nights over
To those cold nights in October to the restless ones having to stay in government funded ones which Obama runs
You say your givin back man that ***** wak
People talking about blowin a fat stak
Meanwhile we got people eating trashed Big Macs
Tend to take this life **** for granted
Man **** I don't even know how to file for tax being returned
Money being currtened cause our nation in debt
But we expect too much sometimes
You stay on your own grind and get caught up in some crimes
Rough times call for desperate measures
Frim the poor mans liquors to the athletes getting quicker
Where does this money go
People travel full throttle
Just to find out happiness is nothing more than crying and drowning in a bottle
Written by
Kody Banda  Long valley, NJ
(Long valley, NJ)   
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