Tough

Every day I see drugs on the streets,
and people who can barely afford a way to eat.
It’s so sad when I see babies with no shoes on their feet,
crying out “mommy, I’m hungry.”
Another day of struggling to put food on the table,
and food prices are as high as the sky.
Mothers and fathers are out here making sacrifices just to make money;
it’s so tough it’s not even funny!
The city shows no pity, but the God up above holds us tight;
giving us another day to fight, for salvation is within sight.
Motivation is hard, like a fire that must be kept fed.
Faith we wear on our head.
Talk to the Almighty, for he knows what needs to be said.
This homeless life can be pain that’ll consume your body,
it’ll make you go insane.
I keep the Lord and y’all should too;
for the storm is near end and the sky will return blue.