I'm a tramp, so people say,
Get a job and be on your way.
Is that right now, what do you mean,
Well I think that’s really obscene.
Begging for money is one hard task,
Do I want it, of course why ask.
Because of an addiction that’s in ones mind,
Like heroin, crack and drugs of that kind.
My life’s not easy, not one bit,
And I'm not proud of any of it.
This is why, I want to die,
Because of people who pass me by.
By Dr Geebers
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