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I was studying for an exam on the bus 
When I ran into an old friend.
He held the grave appearance of a homeless man and tried to hide from my familiar glare 
and when it hit me who I was looking at,
It pained me to see him in such bad shape.
We use to kick it at the park and play house in pre-school  
And that is when I saw that he no longer looked pained by his appearance 
But happy and content.

When asked he started sing, he sang 
“Here’s my secret when I am feeling down I take a look around and I see that I am passing 
by and so I hold on change is coming"

He then told me that he is just passing through this homeless stage 
And god wouldn't put more on him than he can bare.

So yeah I done been through it all shoot outs and fist fights 
And climbed those squeaky stairs but as long as I hold on I know that my troubles are just 
passing by and so I am going to hold on like my life depends on it and that  I don't have a 
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