the man on the side walk
I walk out of my house get in the car see a man on the street begging for money what else can he beg for see i’m a kid so i got nothing to spare so i look at my mom and say mom why you look at this man and do nothing wal im hoping that my mom give a dollar or two she justs drives away like she didn't even see this man suffering,dyeing,sleeping on the floor because he got nowhere to stay because the homeless shelters are already maxed out because every time people do the dumb stuff that they do and ever time someone lights a cigarette and starts a fire that man that i was talking about get a buddy that he can sit next to on that old sidewalk on 66 street
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