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Sep 2017
I was walkin down the street
Saw a pretty girl with black hair
And ***** feet
She had no money
Her father spent it all on ****
Lonely and afraid she sat on corners
Wishin for a bite to eat

I told my teacher what i saw
And she said
If i had money to pay for meals
If i had it to pay these bills
If i stopped these wars that ****
I would do it but life ain’t fair
I teach these kids but they still fail
I work three jobs but i can’t bail
Life is hard. Life is rough.
Just go home kid and **** it up

I saw a man, working hard
He served his country
Now has no job
He’s pushin carts and collecting cans
Tossed aside from society
He has no plans

I told the mailman what i saw
And he said
If i had money to pay for meals
If i had it to pay these bills
If i stopped these wars that ****
I would do it but life ain’t fair
I do my job, i do it right
I return hot and tired each night
I have no family, i live alone
Life just ain’t fair kid
So just move along
Sadly Kida
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Sadly Kida  20/F/Someone's dusty attic
(20/F/Someone's dusty attic)   
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