Jack 58

Surviving with little money
Life really isn’t funny
Raining even when it’s sunny

Don’t wanna run this rat race
No chance of keeping up pace
Falling on my flat face

But this is my turf
Like nowhere on earth
This is MY place
To defend with my life, so I don’t lose face

The smell of death is stale
Living like the alpha male
Every day is up for sale

Dreading when the phone rings
Know I gotta change things
This is what my brain sings

Seeing other people’s tears
When surrounded by their fears
This is what man hears

Sadness from the knife
Affecting someone’s wife
Causing family strife

Yet another day is done
Lost a daughter or a son
Another victim of the gun

My dream escape was through song
Every day I hope I’m wrong
But I fear my day has gone

Even being told your dope
Doesn’t always help you cope
But I aint giving up the hope

Bad influences to remove
To get back in the groove
Transition is rarely smooth

Find something inside to inspire
To lift the spirit higher
To give and keep the desire

Different life it needs to be
Can I make it, we will see
Change can only come from me

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