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Blessed are the dumpster divers, the gettin’ by-ers The lied to and the liars. Blessed are you if you're out of the loop Out of line, out of time On your third third strike. You have another second chance. Blessed are the teachers, the garbage collectors, the cops and the thugs Black lives, brown lives, blue lives The ninety-nine. You are represented, you matter. Blessed are the terminal The trapped, the tapped out The drowning and the dying The quitters and the fighters. Grab your lifeline, you have rescue. Blessed are the inmates, the outcasts The up-and-coming, the down-and-out. For the cut off, shut in Shut down and shut out There is an open door. Blessed are the addicts and the abusers The cranked up, coked up Cooked up and choked up The buyers and the sellers You marathoners on a treadmill. There is an intervention coming. Blessed are you, the neighbor who labors You nine-to-fivers, overtimers You ADHDs, OCDs, PTSDs All you weary, take your rest. Blessed are the losers, the lost And the lost in the shuffle The last in line. See the light, you are seen. Blessed are the deaf, and blessed are the silenced The unschooled and the unnoticed The forgetful and forgotten Raise your voices, you are heard Blessed are you, the misunderstood The mistaken, the shaken The unwashed, unwanted, unforgiven. All you diamonds in the rough. Take heart; you will shine. |