On the streets in our pockets
We call it spare change
All depending on our job range
Rich or poor each penny has its value.
How it’s used is up to you
For some it holds a roof above their head
For others it’s what pays for their million dollar bed
Those who don’t have even a single dollar
Are crying starving,
On the verge of dying-
you can hear them holler our hands reach
But not far enough,
Before we turn and look away to get on with our day
can’t you put yourself aside to realize
can’t you put yourself aside to realize
We are all the Same
Don’t be a shame.
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