Lay my hat

I want god’s eye, inside my mind

But my house keys, I can’t even find


As a man in the streets

As a man with no sheets

Just 10 pence please


Just so I can get some food

Sorry Love, don’t mean to be rude

Sorry Sir, don’t mean to look crude


I don’t want much, just what I need

Just enough to allow this mouth to feed


It’s not unusual or extraordinary

It’s scary that it is so ordinary


House of Commons

Made being without a house common

and we all saw it

Miles a’comin’


We turned a blind eye

That one I’m tryna find eye

These two see in binary

God’s eye sees ‘us’ not ‘me’.


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