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Have you ever considered while your out fine dining ?
There's a kid sitting at home Hunger pains he's crying
His mother does her best to keep providing
She's works till the am everyday cos she's trying
To provide for he boy after she caught hubby lying
So he waits on his own late nights subsiding
Bides his time in the rhymes that he writes
To distract him from the cracked wall home he resides
Wants to break the chains but the shackles are too tight
To young to move out misfortune collides and he tries
But he's tired and tortured and can't sleep
A chemical balance in his brain is off beat
Walks out side to a tree in the back yard
Nylon rope in the same hand, he drew  card
Rops drops slack and the length was just right
Hanging outside he was there the whole night
His mother gets home in the Am craving a cigarette
That's when she notices and knows that her sons there dead

So while you sit chewing the fat from your steak
And have them trow away the leftover food from your date
Racking up the bills with bottles of wine and champagne
Calling over the waitress to pay the cheque for the plates that you abstained
Look into the eyes of the woman who served you
You'll see she's been crying after the pain that shes has been thru