HIGH STREET LIFE AFFAIRS

THE VOICES OF THE DEAF
We much to nowhere trying to Convince
 Them on high for reasons we don’t know why
I won’t lie we are those voice giving out no echoes 
The fight of the unequal’s the beggars left out in the desert
To sink in the quicksand fighting for a drop of water 
Hear life forcing us to weight teal later for a lap of luxury

We define the difference between needy and helpless
We with high hopes for hope of heavens not hell
Well we dream of once having sweet night mares
To match our heads full of magical malwares
Weighing weird wishes of the surplus from them the big shoots
Never with never fitting boots always wanting more
To give more explanation to dissatisfaction

We envy their dogs which feed on their left overs
We the sons of human horrors
 For they died to make lives of they raping our wives
Just cause they scare us with sharp knives

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