Depression Or Recession
Drink liquor and smoking trees
escaping the reality of this bad economy
some now choose to steal
in efforts to pay their bills
Making decisions to pawn what they own
doing whatever possible to save their homes
getting by is hard
millions do it without jobs
Politicians promise it is getting better
but those are only words written in letters
come to place my place
and tell it to my children face
Look into their eyes
see the life they are being deprived
watch a father cry
promising to provide, but words turn to be lies
Who has job me
so I can provide for my family
so my wife won't see me cry
so my children won't hear me asking why
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