They call me Junior, I live here on the street. I earn two hundred dollars a week. I'd like to say, "Hey, thanks a lot" I know I'm missin' something. But I don't know what it is. That I don't got
Junior's eyes, looked up to the skies in tears. He prayed that his maker. The giver and taker would hear. Junior sighed, as his hands reached out to the sky. Junior cried, the day that his best
