I can't change the blood in my veins
Held tight by hierarchal reigns
Can't change the colour of my skin
Can't change this world that I live in
Can't change my home which is the street
Can't change my filthy, worn out feet
Can't change those dirty looks I get
Can't change, and I cannot forget.
Can't give my kids a better day
Some things are meant to be this way
Can't watch them grow their wings and fly
If I can, I'll have to live a lie
Can't give my wife a golden chain
Can't tend my fire in the rain
I'm poor, a man without a guide
I'm Alive- Can I say that much with pride?
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