Collecting Cans...
 

I obsess over meager meals, as my life only can progress through drug deals...
I supress hate as I wait, hope to scrape scraps from streets trash as I hope for returned mail from various appeals...

It's hopeless--my address? '#1 -the place where people recycle trash',
A life of success? What do you call selling aluminum cans being the only way I make cash?

Yes, I went to college; just another way to waste much-needed money..
What use is knowledge...scribbles on paper called 'degrees' are just a bee's honey...

I stole what I can; I begged for the rest--- no one gives a shit about someone who's homeless...
My stomach's never full; I ask for money, and people decline the request. I classify my food...each bite is like a life-risking move in chess.


They say someone else has it worse than you...each day for me is infernal---why the hell should I care about someone other than me?
This life seems eternal... will the afterlife be better...I have no guarantee.(Shit...how would you like someone putting quarters in your coffee?)

not bad but u went off on some parts and tha flow quit.......but i give u a 6.3/10 keep on droppin playa

Alright...thanks...

Can someone break it down and shit...?