So this is the life of being dirt poor,
Fishing for food scraps off your car floor,
Because your hunger is killing you and you haven't eaten in days.
I seem to have lost my ways,
What happened to the great path I was on?
Because now life seems like a maze.
And each corner I take, is just another dead end,
Another one added to the list of all my mistakes.
This is the life of being dirt poor,
Watching others walk by,
While you're filled with envy inside.
Wanting to cry because I could've been them,
But now I'm stuck on the sidewalk, living in a cardboard den.
Because of this life I have no friends.
I meet new people every day, but they never stop by again.
In this life I wish I could try again,
Because I'd be better than who I am.
But I know I can't,
Because I'm not that great of a man.
So this is me,
Broken, poor, and way past defeat.
Please, don't be like me,
Because all I do is suffer each day and repeat.
