Living In The Streets (Homeless Project Part 1 of 10)

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By LostSoul

It's cold tonight The icy breeze doesn't feel right Entering and leaving makes me shiver in the night What's worse is the steel bench I call my bed Gives me a surging pain in my head "Hey man your in my spot Get out before I rip your gut" Open my eyes And I recognize I despise The man I saw yesterday Stealing another man's pay Smiling as if he can take whatever comes his way I stood up, not a single word Didn't want trouble, my first time on the road Turned around and walk on by Another place, another good-bye Why bother to try This entire world could fry I wouldn't care, didn't hear me when I cried This world is nothing but lies Ah...but who am I Just another man ready to die "Sigh" Found another spot Right here in the corner of this lot Hopefully no one bothers me 'till the mornin' light Have a couple of hours left Need my ear plugs to keep me deaf Before some fool comes over and tells me to step

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