My life
I'm looking for some help, but I ain't got any,
People tellin' me to get off of the street
I'm a war veteran, served my country, look at me now,
Teenagers with their video phones complaining bout the internet, I ain't got food on my table
They tellin' me they'll help me but they kick me to the curb
The time I wasted to beg for some change, for some food,
a month's worth, i got nothing
People treat me with disgust, yet they could end up just like me
The ones who don't have a whole lot share, the one's who do, don't
I'm tellin' you don't you see who I am,
Blankets, anyone got blankets? These children are freezing,
The homeless shelter's bout filled up in winter
this is my life, this is my future
This is mine.
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