Fear
Walking down the street
My head hung low in defeat
Stepped in out of the cold
Guess I'm getting kinda old
Put my self in a cage
Trying to beat the rage
Must be my age
Bodies feeling kinda saggy
My tail not so waggy
As I'm shaking off the cold
Feeling not so bold
Looking around I see
People no better off than me
Hard times are here
Looking around I see fear
What are we going to do
When there no food to chew
No roof over our head
Done been kicked out of my bed
Feet tired of walking
Ears tired of the talking
Looking for a job
But I look like a slob.
Can't find no shower
So I smell like no flower
Seems like the end of time
So I make up this silly rhythm
Just to ease my mind
Take what ever break you find
Just to get by.
When the cost of living is so high
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