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I've seen them,
On the street,
They want a gem,
So they can actually by some wheat.
They live in a box,
With ripped up socks,

Hopes, coagulating in their hearts,
Pray their song on a napkin will top the charts,
They stand on the side of the highway,
They think they can't make it another way,
Hopes, coagulate in their hearts...

I saw one in Chinatown,
He asks me for spare change,
I can tell he wants out of this town,
Past that mountain range,
His face is dirty,
Living in poverty.

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Family loses their house,
Their have nothing left,
All she has left is her raggedy blouse,
All because of identity theft,
The family has nothing by fear,
If they can make it to the next year.

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Why must the rich be so happy
With clothes so nice and snappy,
Will the poor have to mourn,
And wish they have never be born,
The rich do care for them,
All they have to give them is judgement in rem
They die from starvation,
Riches are just an imagination,
Why do we do this to them?!?

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