Survivin's a Bitch
Men huddled on bus stop benches
Bodies sleepin in darkened doorways
Girls on corners hustlin dollars
Needin food for babies left home
Lines at pantries gettin longer
What they servin, it don't matter
It be fillin, my belly won't growl
There's Sally, hey girl how ya doin
Stone, been a while, where ya been
Got caught hustlin, done my time
Saw your cuz, he's doin fine
Got a lead on a job, gotta go
Take care bro, see ya tomorrow
Shakin my head and lookin sad
Gotta rap sheet, no job to be had
Just hustlin n beggin, that's the game
Found a wallet, tryin to do right
Knocked at the station but no one came
Need help flag down a cop
He waves n drives on by
The church van driver slows
Am running late, maybe next time
Lookin like a hooker, I'm on my own
The PoPo's cruisin, gotta move on
Hey there girl, what are you doing
Nothin Sir, just walkin
Well move on home now
Don't let me see you again
Wondering in silence
When did walking become such a crime
Dudes in suits drivin by slowly
Pretty ladies lookin away
Unknown voices yellin get a job,
Clean up the streets, get the bums off the corners
They don't seem to understand, I was them once
My family's moved on all safe n sound
The memories flood in, the pains too great
Grab me a bottle of Cobra
Wash away the tears
Hey gimme a hit on that pipe
Deaden the pain, put it away
Gotta do whatever I can
That's not wrong girl
It ain't no sin, its just hard
Cause out here, survivin's a bitch
Original work by xxx x xxxxx April 2004
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