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Use to see smiles, but now I'm seeing grief on there faces

I wrote a hundred songs but still can't find a meaning

Cause it's hard to find one when your loved ones are leaving

And all I do is hide from the truth, until my eyes can't see it

 

Like true shit man you ain't never been through it

Cause half of y'all people talk like you really been through it

But raised in a house where warmth can never run out

And half of us out here sleeping on a ripped couch,

 

Ain't nobody out here looking out for us

A hundred millions eyes and not even one has looked at us

Can't tell the feelings when you ain't feeling them

Cold in the streets man, I'd rather die then live again.