A child coughs in my face ...
Something my immune system can take ....
My lung is about to collapse, My liver spotted, My face dotted ...
Im tired, no strenght ... I strech to all lengths ... And still NO progress ..
Dark clouds follow me ... rain seems to drench me from head to toe ...
The light at the end of tunnel every one talks about, I cant even find the tunnel ..
My stomach hurts, I'm hungry ...
Money, Money and More Money .....
The root of evil, my seed was planted ...
Were equal ? No
Your survival is granted, MINE is a struggle.