Life After Trouble,Living In Poverty

Theres not many jobs so theres no money, Times are hard and thats not funny, Stuck in doors, day in day out, No wonder parents are starting to shout, Our kids are the ones that have to suffer, They may get dinner but there is no supper, The people in goverment just dont see, Well their not you and their not me, What can i do to make a change, Not a lot, i am an ex-convict i am to blame, If i only knew my life would be this way, I swear to god i would have never have strayed, Kids need to know the reprocusions of breaking the law, As when you cant get a job it hurts to the core, I got a wife and kids to keep, And its getting harder now things are not cheap, What will i do now to get the next meal, Look for some-thing to sell, or some-thing to steal, We know its not good and we know its not right, I pray tomorrow will bring some light