sitting on a street corner
stupid drunk off black lager
****** mood, no food
washed up, out of luck
always high, never dry
one more hit to feel alive
drinking away every cent
struggling to pay the rent
start to steal from next of kin
anything to blaze again
living in a constant peril
eyes becoming fierce and feral
focused on the next high
there’s no reason to survive
stuck in stages of denial
passerby’s all call you vile
waking up covered in bile
you can’t make that extra mile
settle for less, aspire for more
life is full of open doors
with a little hint of effort
everything could be much better
trying hard to just ignore
when ****** buddies offer more
get up, turn, and walk away
this isn’t how your life will stay
things could be charming and happy and swell
you can escape reality’s hell
it doesn’t take a genius to show or tell
cynical hatred never does well
so turn down the needles and pass on the pills
you’ll feel so much better, I promise you will
don’t let your negative side consume you
allow the positive light to shine through