I can’t believe some people, they let the homeless die

They don’t help them, so selfish, I think to myself why

Why let the less fortunate suffer with no warmth or food

Always left out in the rain, in a diabolical mood

Knowing deep down inside that no one will help

Always thinking that others only help them self

To the luxury of posh meals and posh items of clothing

When these people have no friends or no safe homing

A home to sit, sleep and keep warm from the cold

Somewhere where they do as there told; even stay there until they are old

Anything to get them off the streets for good,

Anything to protect them from the mandem in the hood

Wash for the first time in months, smelly feet,

Get them new clothes and be aware they don’t bleed

 

You don’t think poverty is bad til you see it first hand

Then you realise that it’s gotten way too bad

People living out of garbage bags, old rotten food

You have to do something, just let them live

Look at them, please provide and give

 

Take this young boy of nine

He has to live rough, he’s lucky to survive

Eating whatever he finds in the bin or beside the road

Thinking he’s the only one, but he ain’t alone

There are other girls and boys without a home

So they don’t think about where the food has been

Just need it too keep them going, sad in the face, can’t help it from showing

But they can’t help it; they know that they have nothing to live for

Nothing to live for because they are so poor, sleeping rough every night on the floor

Once they finish eating, they can’t ask for more, on the edge, can’t take it anymore

Homeless thinking about taking their lives and giving up their souls

Life is like a door, it never revolves, and it stays still

Get out of poverty, they think they never will

 

You don’t think poverty is bad til you see it first hand

Then you realise that it’s gotten way too bad

People living out of garbage bags, old rotten food

You have to do something, just let them live

Look at them, please provide and give

 

So as day turns to night, and night turns to day

There bones gather more and more decay

But unaware of this risk, they carry on searching

Looking for food, hard graft researching

Not knowing at any second they could become deceased

There tortured soul can finally be released

From this hell hole of a circle, which we call life

To them, this is a bad case of frost bite

This frost bite, has given them a fright,

So give help and support if you might

Send them away, on a delightful 5 star flight tonight

 

 

You don’t think poverty is bad til you see it first hand

Then you realise that it’s gotten way too bad

People living out of garbage bags, old rotten food

You have to do something, just let them live

Look at them, please provide and give

 

So it is approaching the end of the tune

So my heart doesn’t go out you, it goes out to them

I will repeat this again and again, all they need is love and a friend

Make sure that they get a hot meal tonight and tomorrow and the day after

Offer this so they don’t get dumber, they become smarter

Knowing what’s right to touch and what’s not, a long time since they’ve had something this hot

It’s up to you to make sure this continues for the rest of the month and year

We don’t expect a letter saying thank you, yours sincere-ely

It’s so easy for others to look in, judge, then see, that it really isn’t easy

Being homeless in London city, pledge money and help me

 

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