aight, not quite shure exactly what to write so here i go

You see him everyday, sitting on the street// 1
Cup in his hands, asking for money so he can eat// 2
But each day ya turn turning him down you’re a greedy little prick// 3
Ya keep the change in ya pocket and you don’t give him shit// 4
He realizes it everyday, hes sees shit like hes Daredevil(not really, it’s a meta lol)// 5
But he just lets it go, he lets ya tight ass revel// 6
Everytime you pass, you try not to make a sound// 7
But even when u walk on the grass, he knows that your around// 8
Wierd isn’t it… you thought he couldn’t see// 9
But little did you know that you could see just as much as he// 10
He knew exactly what was happening, that faggots were stiffing him of change// 11
Slowly, ever so slowly, something began to grow, something called rage// 12
But he keeps it quiet; he never makes a peep/ 13
No one would listen to him, after all, he can’t see// 14
His spider sense tells him people are walking past// 15
Off to work, off to a hooker, not giving him a glance// 16
His hearing says that people don’t really care// 17
He begins to cry… is he even really there// 18
After all, he can’t see himself, but he CAN feel// 19
That is how he sees, that is his living hell// 20
One day he just gets fed up, he sick of ya penny pinching// 21
He punches you in the mouth, he spits in your face unflinching//22
He looks down at you, useless eyes red and pissed//23
He doesn’t look in your eyes, but his cold stare can’t be missed// 24
What do you do next, mentally you debate// 25
With a cock of the arm you punch the blind man in his face// 26
And you run, dammit you run like a little girl// 27
And you know, even though he can see, he knows his fucking world//28

uppin for feedback on that vere (is that what i was suppoed to write) lol