"poverty" genre: West Coast
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	Lyrics Wakin up Monday mornin tryin to get to work See the poverty in the streets getting worse I see a blind homeless man tryin find some food Cant chose the bad he cant chose the good Everythings getting worse livin day to day I wish that I was rich so I could give the man a pay I sit and pray for him to make it through the long day I hope tomorrow brings him luck for a brighter day I notice on the corner a crack lady doin bad 2 year old daughter next to her and that is sad Theres gotta be an answer and im still waitin for it How does this world live with all the dirt mixed up in it Alcohol and drugs gotta get rid of it We gotta clean this world before we start to sit in it It makes me sad of all the people dyin everyday All the evil that’s traveled from a long way I wish that we could go back in time Get a second chance to choose help instead of crime (they say) Gimme the liquer gimme the weed gimme the pcp Crazy stressed out people runnin up and down the streets Children cryin baby’s dyin of the pregnancies Daddy’s gone mom’s alone lookin for something to eat Im rememberin times of my childhood I had no worries and everything was all good Hot sunny days playin in the yard Loved to go with my dad for a ride in the car As I grew older I finally started realizing All the wrong things around me criticizing I grew strong and I knew what I had to do I wrote my thoughts on paper like a mad fool Scribbling words here and there every night 4 in tha morning eyes burnin from the night light Take step outside not seein the wrong things All the clowns I laughed at used to be crack feens Now I know whats wrong and I know whats right I only drank some liquir but never touched the crack pipe Didn’t wanna be used as a guinea pig All the rest of ‘em fallin after takin only one hit They bodies getting weaker and they cant handle it The nicotine and weed in the blood stream travelin Destroyin the good and slowly damaging The heart, the soul, the whole inside of them (they say) Gimme the liquer gimme the weed gimme the pcp Crazy stressed out people runnin up and down the streets Children cryin baby’s dyin of the pregnancies Daddy’s gone mom’s alone lookin for something to eat Imagine if everything was all good No drugs no shootings in the neighborhood No guns no bombs in the world Livin peacefully as peaceful as one could Sippin on some ice tea while the sun shines No gangs rollin down the block no drive by’s Sittin on the front porch till the sun sets The beauty of this world we take for granted Everyday is a blessin and im thankful Eventhough my hands aren’t close to being handful Take a step back and learn from my past dues Gotta grow and be a man and face the issues Keep a distance from the evil that this world provides Don’t want my body found in a ditch while being high (they say) Gimme the liquer gimme the weed gimme the pcp Crazy stressed out people runnin up and down the streets Children cryin baby’s dyin of the pregnancies Daddy’s gone mom’s alone lookin for something to eat Gimme the liquer gimme the weed gimme the pcp (repeat till fade out)

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