Change must start with the individual who cares. Government, and others, are not our saviors.
Times are Not By Franklin Price 4/26/2016 Times are not what they once were Of modern ones I'm not a fan Keep your money for yourself Forget about your fellow man When I was young was not that way But that's long past now's not the same Hide in your house and hoard your wealth God forbid, don't learn you neighbor's name They're out to get you that's the truth Don't share with them or help them out Matters not they hunger there They are useless, have no doubt Their situation's all their fault They could work if they were smart They're not trained for anything Maybe they need a heart to heart Go to school and learn a trade What's that you say? Can't feed your own I can't help, my money's gone To buy another, smarter phone
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