Living underground with my prayers and an old back pack
Wake up early in the morning asking for money to put in my knapsack
I used to have goals that were so vivid and clear you'd be surprised it was an abstract
But I made a few mistakes too many and I was forced to backtrack
Subway trains are my new alarm
Late nights I pay close attention to the subway stations and keep an eye out for any ladies in harm
And all my past friends wonder if I'm dead but if only they knew I had so much promise
And now every time I look at a puddle I think of all the lies and dishonesty I had with myself and say "Why couldn't you have been more honest?"
And when I lay my head down on my ***** clothes I don't smell stench but defeat and that's another battle with my conscience
And when I poke my head out the shadows before I ask people for money I'm cautious
Did we used to share the same academic environment or did we have a friendship history
But I'm pretty sure half of my memories with friends are a mystery
They moved on and found new goals to attain
While I'm stuck crying over the pieces of my life that broke and I'm trying to regain
And not become bitter and have my faith remain
And even though I'm down in the dumps
This slump
Will not hold me back from giving up and making an impact on the world so they all know my name