one day were high and the next low stranded and struggling unemployed again now im out the door back to the wolves and the cold streets living poor i beg our youngsters dont be robing those peoples at the store i feel the sensation on how things are going to the deepest core within the surface poverty all i see of it is more down the streets and up the hills this is everyday reality and you have to keep it real
when stree and pressure is too much we sit back and chill our minds they wonder into the clouds drifting through the countless miles 
with too many personalities and a lot of styles but one most be strong 
in this recession and be proud with our voices we speak loud to the 
'world looking for change but from your opinion do you feel its the same but me thats just idea from crusing in the fast line looking for the 
gretaness of the light but slowly its progessing with darknees and the coldness of the rain.