Old Man Yet Working
Old men yet working
Is not funny any more
This ghetto life
We living
How can we survive
Under this men
For tomorrow with this
Evil is a disaster
When one work till
Old age
Tell me what is the
Meaning of rest
to the
Soul with this grief
In the ghetto the old
Still hustle
For even it kids still
Strive for nothing
With an empty pocket
He serve his government
His government promise a
Pension at old age
they say they got
No pension money now
Economy on crisis they
Always say
Like a reason
Now the old need
Work more as
In the beginning
Till now in the ghetto
Is not funny any more
It never seize not as obvious
It seen men
Old men yet working
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