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There Human To
Hes ing homeless, you see him there don't ignore that starved groak glare, You can see that he's got an empty cup in his hand he looks hungry and you're now aware, He has no shirt on his back no shoes on his feet, but he's human too, hes no different to me or you, He feels inferior, he's embarrassed to panhandle for any spare change from any of you, He's ing homeless but he's human to, he's no different to anyone of you, It's just your negative attitude that brings that poor man down when he's feeling blue He's not useless, he has to sit all day he can't just get up and move away he'll get mobbed And they'll take anything that's left, he's already been pillaged and robbed, They'll even take his spot where he's currently sitting but it's also where he plans to sleep, She's sick, her stomach twists she's not eaten in days all her money was spent on a bag, Now she stands under the bright street light her spot light, she smiles even though she's sad She needs to turn a trick to get her fix so she's no longer sick, She feels dirty and used As drunk lads walk past how much for a shag you dirty slag, they holla at her amused She's still human not a walking price tag, she dosent deserve such degrading abuse, From let's be honest total ing twats that wouldn't last 5 minutes on these mean streets, She's ing homeless and needs to score she needs enough cash to pay towards a hotel room, To go after a hard night on the streets her homies will stay too splitting the bill A room at the cheapest hotel that stinks, is dank and dark filled with mould and mildew Blood splatter from previous occupants who have shot up, could pass as art deco from the ghetto, There ing homeless but there human to there no different to anyone of you. It's just our negative attitude judging them bringing them down till they feel blue.
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