Behind The Swoosh Part 3

I wake up at three
There is no T.V
My room is a four by four box

I store all my clothes
and fill all the holes
to keep the cool air in

I have the flue
but there's so much to do
to keep my self alive

I go and get dressed
My room is a mess
I share it with three other families

I enter the place
the look on my face
turns from a smile to a frown

I fear for my life
cuz anytime i don't hide
I fear i might die
Then who will provide?

We have to behave
cuz i am a slave
trying to live in this heat wave

I come home one night
the view in my sight
is one of great fright
my kids have all died

I made this happen
by speaking out
and now only god will hear my shout