See that person at the store,
Begging for your change?
Asking someone for what they could spare?
"Get a job" is all they collect as a reply.
Pray to God you never have to live like him.
She got pregnant,
He said he'd take care of her forever.
2 weeks later, he's nowhere to be found.
She cried as she walked into that clinic.
Pray to God you never have to live like her.
He like to get rich selling drugs,
Rolled with the bad boys--thought he was cool.
But there was a fight, and he pulled out his .45,
Went down in a hail of fire, leaving his wife and kids behind.
Pray to God you never have to live like them.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 7:39 PM UTC
See that person at the store,
Begging for your change?
Asking someone for what they could spare?
"Get a job" is all they collect as a reply.
Pray to God you never have to live like him.
She got pregnant,
He said he'd take care of her forever.
2 weeks later, he's nowhere to be found.
She cried as she walked into that clinic.
Pray to God you never have to live like her.
He like to get rich selling drugs,
Rolled with the bad boys--thought he was cool.
But there was a fight, and he pulled out his .45,
Went down in a hail of fire, leaving his wife and kids behind.
Pray to God you never have to live like them.
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