In this cardboard city, the cold bitter nights get to me the hate I fight daily, as if id choose this willingly to live like a king isn't what I pray, just warmth, and peace away from these maddening streets, the abusive feet
Down here I watch on, as you walk past no care in your eyes, as they dart away fast you talk aloud as if i don't speak your language telling everyone that were just taking advantage
As the cold bites my toes, socks wet through all I want is food, a room, a chance to make do a job would be nice, to earn enough to find some peace but not for the likes of me, when your address is "the streets"
Sat in a puddle of urine, its not my own, its obscene a kid with a phone screen, pointing at me to make a scene I've seen others bloodied, beaten just for life's shortfalls we beg for help, a kind word, but no one hears our call
some fall to drugs, drink anything to escape, a release to pass the day, to get away, to find some peace a few bad turns and its you in this place, scraping to survive just a chance is all we beg, to build a life and thrive
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