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They Woke Up

Contributed by lyricalpoet on Monday, 26th December 2011 @ 09:22:55 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

kid woke up today without money for his tooth
under the pillow is were he lives
lil man aint got no roof
santa never came weres my gifts
santa lied there is no santa heres the proof
heres the magic of christmas
1,2,3
his family died last year
(pooof)

A man in jail woke up today again another day
50 years for seeling crack killin for his fam
tears fall down from all those years wishing heed be free
so he can atleast gift his kids something to wake up to
under a christmas tree
i wish it were as simple
as one two three
to take my life back
and have my fam back with me

not just one now a whole group of people wake up
day to day day a night
seeing how these houses light up
light up
streets light up with christmas lights
they feel so low at the bottom wanting to feel that height
so they grab a light
and smoke it off till they get high

some dont worry about the gift that will be left
some just worry about the next time
if theill be dead
watching how families eat threw windows
while there in trash picking out crums of bread
one family died becuase one could not be fed

the kid that woke up
will always wake up without a roof above his eyes
the inmate that woke up
will never buy a gift with a riibon to tie
the people out will never
stay high without smoke
most people open up and open up
while these dont even have a card to unfold

Copyright © lyricalpoet ... [ 2011-12-26 09:22:55]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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