depressed, repressed!!
its 22 degrees and I dont feel blessed
Cold as ice brought to my chest
walking down the middle the street in a daze
walking down the middle of the street hoping for a way
a way out of this mess thats nearly worse as the grave

cold and lonely
No one knows me they only want to own me
or get something from me
drugs, my body, my money, whatever they can bleed
but you do meet allies in the street
And those are the friends you’re glad to meet

Im cold , Im hungry, get me off of the street
Its crazy we still have this in 2016
Im depressed, Im a mess and all I hear is its your own fault
So why should anyone help you, yeah compassion is dead
Every now and then youll meet an angel with no judgement
Who will help you get up and out of the hell you spent

and hell it is
the faces are strangers
none friendly too much most danger
wacth your back and your backpack
watch it or you may never come back
Come back to dull reality where most be

You cant trust many out here
You cant trust any at first
Trust must be verified
still on the street you sleep with one eye
one eye on your money, one on your friend
desperate times create desperate measures, watch him

Im cold , Im hungry, get me off of the street
Its crazy we still have this in 2016
Im depressed, Im a mess and all I hear is its your own fault
So why should anyone help you, yeah compassion is dead
Every now and then youll meet an angel with no judgement
Who will help you get up and out of the hell you spent