Thanks a lot to the knots, It's all tangled on top
One blanket, holes in my clothes
People assume I stink, or do drugs on spot
But little do they remember, they got a son
Wrapped up in ****** and crack for fun
I've never done it but get judged by them
You call me scrubby or nasty, when I'm in the town
Whisper to yourself, just keep looking down
If you only took a second, to hear the soft voice
Of a loving, kind character
Who lives this life by choice
Not begging for a living
Just living and forgiving
The choices people make these days
When threatened and afraid
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
Thanks a lot to the knots, It's all tangled on top
One blanket, holes in my clothes
People assume I stink, or do drugs on spot
But little do they remember, they got a son
Wrapped up in ****** and crack for fun
I've never done it but get judged by them
You call me scrubby or nasty, when I'm in the town
Whisper to yourself, just keep looking down
If you only took a second, to hear the soft voice
Of a loving, kind character
Who lives this life by choice
Not begging for a living
Just living and forgiving
The choices people make these days
When threatened and afraid
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