Street Dreams
f^^k what i write its not your fight RIGHT
you're not the one who has to survive tonight
she begs for a penny you sold her a dream
telling her life is all that it seems
you wear similar faces in many different places
acting like you are sombody else
you raise you're children not to be like me
through their eyes i'm all they can see
dirty deeds on her knees as he begs and pleads
oral sex if you please but you will still catch a disease
you go out to eat and blow fifty bucks
can you imagine how many times she has to f^^K
or suck in the back of a garbage truck YUCK
her pride sells her short and so she cheats herself
tying the noose from the self
poverty lurks in every home some just hide it well
the rich get richer the poor get none
shoot i'm just trying to get some
hope and life are in our hearts resting amongst our souls
if this evil today continues to grow i don't know what we'll all do
it's like voodoo cast upon me and you creating a spell we can't undo
those were the days not so long ago that concentration
camps were the only place to go
they burned down their homes and kidnapped their men
raping the women and children AGAIN and AGAIN
today many are homeless sleeping under a bridge
we can save one more life if we learn how to give
selfish is the way of their heart born from the start
as we laugh at the woman pushing a cart
think hard think deep think in your sleep
ask yourself are you unique
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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