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What does the streets offer you that I didn't already give ...with every tear my heart my soul and everything that I have to live  ..   No matter how much I did for you it was never enough you always wanted more.. when you are down on you're luck and out on you're a** don't come running back to my door.. these people in the streets they don't care about you but that you will soon learn .. they will drain you're pockets dry and treat you like sh**t no matter how much money you earn