Voice Of The Unheard

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life

BY STREET CRIES

PEOPLE PASS ME LIKE I DONT EXIST

LIKE I AM THE ONE WHO REALLY WANTED THIS

DROWNING IN MY SORROW AS I REMINISCE

DAYS OF MY LIFE FULL OF HUNDRED DOLLARNESS

FAST CARS PLENTY OF WOMEN TO KISS

NOW WOMEN RUN CAUSE OF MY STENCH

I USE TO BE ON BILLBOARD ADVERTISEMENT NOW I HOLD SIGNS IN FRONT OF BILLBOARD ADVERTISEMENT

FACE FULL OF PAIN BEYOND RECOGNIZEMENT

HEART FULL OF SHAME WONDERING WHERE THE TIME WENT

YOU CANT SLEEP OR BE HERE IS MY ONLY ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

FORCE TO LIVE IN A ENVIRONMENT WHERE ADDICTION IS DOMINATE

ROB AND RAPE HAPPEN TO THE SCARED AND SILENT

JUST TO GET A PLATE CAN TURN INTO SENSELESS VIOLENCE

UNDER THE INTERSTATE JUST TO CLOSE MY EYE LIDS

BLINDNESS PROTECTS YOU FROM SOCIETY DISGUISES WHILE I STAND IN A FOOD LINE APART OF THE POVERTY CRISIS