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56 dollars a day and that's tight
Given that check but no right to life
Can't work, no stamps, just in limbo stay
How you going to pay the bills piled each day
When you're ran down, beat down, sitting poor
On the street with no chance of having more
No arm around you now for 2 months
Just the cops in the park, ready to pounce
Should you fall asleep and fall down in it
That'll be 5 oh ma'am, here's your bum tax ticket
Down to six dollars and now you're looking round
Told to eat healthy, can only afford that quarter pound
Lift up the spirits, trying to make amends
Hard to chin up when you've got no friends
Even that best-y you've known since you were five
Won't help now, don't want none of that drug life
Argue and anger on the side of the streets
Altercation spilling until you're in a court seat
Convicted and sentenced, cavity checked and spread
Brighten up buddy, 3 meals and a bed

Last updated: 2015-10-13

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