Homeless
Stank awful mess it’s called no home
Tired no money sleepy call me a zombie
Wishing upon so many money stars still broke
Spare change anyone spare food anything helps
Homeless I lost my baby hours after he was born
Roof walls bed bath food I see it all in my dreams
Count backwards then see myself in a bed one day
Come home come home come home come home home
Voices play like the tap recorder I pawned for food
My car is my safe place only home I can say is stable
Congratulations it’s a boy but baby boy is home in heaven I didn’t give him that home he picked it
Homeless with pains that stab me with no remorse
Eyes on me and my soul I can’t say for sure but help
I thank you god being alive I walk the path for a new life
True to yourself you once walked my shoes pray for me
Night night sleep tight with one open homeless fears
1,2,3,4 open my eyes
Still in my car I’ll make a wish again tomorrow
Scars bullets bandaids all apart of the skin on my body
Reach for the moon even if you miss you will land among the stars
Daily stride it will be me in a bed and tears bleed me to my joy of going by the wicked unharmed
Homeless is just my everyday war I don’t stop fighting until I sign my lease.
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