Beg For Life

Beg for life

Beg for life

Death is the poor man's doctor

Life is the poor man's dream

Passing them in the streets

Like they're made out of nothing

Forgetting that their existence is hard to maintain

Bowing down for the people who pass by

Are we gods amongst the poor

Or are we just the key that locks the door

Did we lose the human?

How did we become inhuman?

How did their hopes and

Dreams become one with the dirt

What is the story of their hurt?

Is their misery self inflicted

Or are they the victims of bad luck

One things sure, they are stuck

Refuel humanity at its source

Cause one day their faith could be yours