Woke up this morning feeling the cold,
Laying in this box because its what I call my home,
Me and the crew up all night get'n stoned,
Its Thanksgiving, we alive, we breathing, guess thats enough, I mean atleast Im not bleeding,
I survived another night, but now Im hungry and freezing, I remember the past when this day I'd be eating,
A turkey on the table golden brown to be carved,cranberry dressing, mashed potatoes, damn I'm starved,
DO you feel guilty filling your plates, stacking and piling food to the sky, thinking about it I get all filled with hate, if you could see me would you even cry,
I'm the poorest of the poor the one you choose to ignore, No family to visit, no place to go, my damn front yard is nothing but this road,
The smell is dispicable like old trash, Havent had a shower in months so I'm left scratching this rash,
Cars drive by and eyes stare till I notice, then they pretend Im invisible and I just feel like a smelly old fish,
Rotting on the side of the road, smelling like ass, and they tell me to get a job when I beg as they drive past,
How can I go to work looking like this, I cant even pay a ho to give me a kiss,
This is Thanksgiving on the streets, where the only thanks I give are to people who throw me half a burger so I can eat,
I'm treated like an animal, no one gets to close, if I was a flower I surely wouldnt be a rose,
I'd be stink weed, avoided and ignored,momma gave birth to "after birth" just hanging from the cord,
Since day one I been treated like shit, pushed aside so momma can go out and do her tricks,
She sold me once but they brought me back as a return, momma just kicked me to the street at age 13 with no concern,
\SO when you say get a job I have no clue, Do you even know me, if not take the time to get a clue,
Cause deep down inside I know I'm more then litter, hell I'm still alive and breathing, Im certainly no quitter,
Only chance that I have is for you to give me a chance, Its been years that Ive felt love, and I cant remember the last time that I laughed,
So when I beg on the streets dont give me money or food, Instead reach out your hands and remove me from the hood,
Take me from this place, shower and clean me, give me a job and Ill work hard till people see me,
Im tired of being invisible and alone, doesnt everyone deserve family, friends and a home?
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-11-26 10:48:10
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