Life of the homeless, nice but its lonely...i dont even know me
every smile shown is bogus,hopefull tryin my hardest not'a show'em
a broken spirit torn from growin up so quickly, life isn't fit for
me... tryin to keep a light heart while everything just floats away
a nomad of modern day, transiant on public trasit, gettin meals fed
outta trash cans still trying to go away,oh lucky me,just another
broke-bro- broken spirit tryna get out in one peice, no company ta comfort me,
yall would come to defeat walkin with one 'a my feet ... can barely hobble on your own two
while i'm jus... walkin on beat with my own drum, my own tune, dont be fooled, you'll think i'm dumb till i get to know you....uh huh,ignorin the whole ignorance is bliss thing, till they give me a degree for the mistakes i've learned from, but still get to me... not knowing how to react, countless pre-formed preformers got one hand in my pocket, and brought a knife for my back... i guess life is like that... cant disagree with the facts
when they're as plain to see as your hand...
its hard to move forward when you stay gazing at the past
... blah