Poverty


I was born into this
Where rich people life is bliss
Only wanting to see my children laugh
Working for the little I have
Wanting help but there’s none in sight
Want to right the wrong but don’t have the money to fight
I’m waking up into the dark
Watching my back for loan sharks
Living off check after check
Just knowing my life is A WRECK
This is not how a human should live
But know its no joke it's all but too real
Wondering how t pay the next bill
Doing things i will soon regret but of my own free will
I want no part in this life
But being born into America i have to pay the price
I have to pay with the money i don't own
i guess i must reap what my mother has sown

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