Poor Man On the Metro
Poor man on the metro
Nobody knows what he's going through
Poor man on the metro
He's dealing with the same *****as you
Poor man on the metro
All he's asking for is change
Poor man on the metro
So why do you look at him strange
Poor man on the metro
I put a dollar in his cup
Poor man on the metro
He looked as me if that was not enough
Poor man on the metro
****, I'm poor too
Poor man on the metro
I'm a bum just like you
Poor man on the metro
Here's a $20 bill
Poor man on the metro
Still shooting looks that could kill
Poor man on the metro
Get the **** away
Poor man on the metro
Said well **** you too than lady
Poor man on the metro
I can't take this anymore
Poor man on the metro
Dead at the front steps of my door
Poor man on the metro
Was just trying to keep warm
Poor man on the metro
Was poor a little too long.
Copyright © Tia Boyd | Year Posted 2013
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