| See there’s this lady that lives on the street
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| She has no job, no home, no family
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| And she barely has the chance to even eat
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| So she begs and steals and sells her body
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| Sometimes she may come off a little strong
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| But she’s just on her own
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| But if it was you, what would you do?
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| If you didn’t have a home
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| If you didn’t have a pot to piss in, didn’t have a kitchen
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| Imagine if you was homeless
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| Didn’t have a job, no car, no friends
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| Imagine if you was homeless
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| Sometimes you should just look at your life
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| And imagine if it was you
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| Just imagine if it was you
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| 'Cause one day, yes you could be homeless
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| There’s a man on the street
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| He got holes in his shoes on his feet
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| We be in the club spending doe
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| Then we’d come outside and tell him no
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| All he need is a couple bucks
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| He’s got a little change but it’s not enough
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| So we turn our backs and laugh or we stop in our tracks
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| And turn the other way 'cause we got it made
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| Sometimes he make 'em off
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| Just a little strong but he’s on his own
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| But what about you, what would you do?
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| If you didn’t have a home
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| If you didn’t have a pot to piss in, didn’t have a kitchen
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| Imagine if you was homeless
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| Didn’t have a job, no car, no friends
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| Imagine if you was homeless
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| Sometimes you should just look at your life
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| And imagine if it was you
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| Just imagine if it was you
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| 'Cause one day, yes you could be homeless
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| A new day when I open my eyes
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| Got a black president but there’s people outside
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| I know you’ve seen 'em and we all done passed 'em
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| Some people seen some shit last night, still got 'em laughin'
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| But it’s not funny, it’s all about money
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| And I bet you won’t go put on them shoes
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| It’s crazy because we’re out clubbin', ain’t worried 'bout nothing
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| But imagine if that person was you, imagine if it was you |