There so called "flotsam"
I'm standing on millions now
Walking down the alley where I use to lay on the sidewalks
Saw the men who called me "flotsam"
But they didn't recognize me instead they complemented me on this Hermes apparel
I let them talked
Asked them where they work
They work for my company
I decided to leave
But before I left
I turned back around
I told them I'm the man that's so called "flotsam"
By the way you're fired

They bickered
They called me flotsam
They thought because i was homeless I didnt have the intellect to know
They called me flotsam
Am I worthless like they say
Am I debris to society
Realizing I can never think like that
Because if I did I would be dead
But I'm trying
I'm trying not to be that so called "flotsam"
Bet you I'm smarter then them
But my circumstances are inevitable
The sad life of a so called "flotsam"

I want more of you
Want more of your love
But that's not you
Pretty soon I will be leaving you
Wanted you to take this journey with me
But the love is not there
It's you, not me

Let your money go
Doesn't declare the happy
Doesn't declare the sad
But it declares the greed
Declares of wanting more
Declares of sacrificing goods
Sacrificing every minute
Wanting more

The excitement of a child
Is in you when you get a new artist tool
Write,color,paint
It's an artist tool
It's all new
It all you
You figure out what you want to do first
With the new tool
Your a child
Full of joy and happiness
I'm that child with a new tool

I break down
I sit down
I feel a hurricane
My eyes rain
I sit in a flood of salt water tears
Eyes red as a blood moon
Head pounds like the drummer
Realizing how easy life can fall apart
It falls apart so easily
Wow