trying to write

Nowadays all we see is feinds on the streets Children on the outskirts of the streets hustling Tryana make some money BC's a poor women Doesn't know how to thier Job it's sad to live In the Modern day one turn of th head you gaze at brittle child not sure how he was born Still getting a hold of the world all you see Is crack heads thief's and corruption Gifted but broke wondering how can you make A living kneeling to the Lord pls can you help m If seen too much when will I outtie Most of the time when I ask myself who I am I can't answer the question Uhm clouded Drowning in despair poor but thankful to the Lord for the sightseeing