The streets are tough.
They give you more to handle, when you've had enough.
When I was kid--I just laughed and said, "Well, yeah, it sucks."
Because I couldn't explain it without sounding like a complainer.
But you know, simple things I missed. Like a damn refrigerator.
People on the streets will eat you alive, you can't survive. They're like angry alligators.
And they all think it's your time to just die.
It's better to say a few mean words, than to hurt someone. I find.
When the emotionally pain is maybe worse..so punch me but be kind.
People on the street will make you realize who you are, and why.
Make you question yourself, your existence, and life.
And they all want someone to give them a hand, so they hold up their signs.
Just like me, we gotta get attention to continue on with our lives.
It's like a sick Hunger Games, but more real.
We're competing for cash, despite what we feel.
They call us bums, chumps, hobos, and poor.
But they don't know that I have an inner island to explore.
Tonight as you purchase your TV shows on DVD, and some ice tea..
Think about how the rain is affecting me.
Yeah, I'm sad. I feel bad, I mean, let's be honest.
The person I talk to the most is my damn conscience.
And sometimes it doesn't even wanna listen.
So my distracted mind just watches the rain on the roads glisten.
The streets, well, they're the streets.
They make you a more understanding, thankful human being.
