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