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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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