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De Ja Vu
I know the streets are cold and swallow it's occupants
Homeless people stop so tense, wondering what offence
Officers have pinned on their hollow frames......
They walk, then stop again, panting from the lack of oxygen
That their lungs can enhail through their nostrils....
I should know, I was homeless and graced the streets presence
Committing each fellon in an attempt to eat better
I'd smash through windows and steal sweaters
I was obsessd with food but it wasn't a meal fetish
I was starving constantly and could feel the pain in my bones
Which led me to rob people as well as stealing phones
I'd discard of the phones chips then i'd stamp with emotion
I was trapped in the streets of New York with no coat on
Surrounded by dealers that would show boat their dosages
in order to rope hopless kids in....
I'd sleep on park benches and cry myself to sleep
As I wanted this life to end, only not in the street
I wanted to get back on my feet and maybe get a job
and sleep on a real matress so that way id be better of
i'd looked at a few places and estimated how much the rent would cost
I looked at small apartments that had a spare room for freinds to rock
Anyway I escaped that lifestyle , infact now its quite the opposite
Now I have a lot of chips, a big house attached to a garage
with a lock on it....if you could see me now you'd drop ya botttom lip
and have to stop and sit to catch ya breathe as ya lungs cant
quite take in what you see...im now a devoted charity worker
helping people like me, that can't eat on the streets have a sense of pride
I make lost people feel like men when I, let them stay in my pen for a night
I cant help but help them and try and get them through....
Coz everytime I see a homeless guy I feel a sense of de ja vu!!!!
There it is
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