do you know how to get the homeless off the street
or what is wrong
how do we look at this discussion

meanwhile i live, in america
heard much lore
referencing the rooms and homes they paid for
so much love
yet they wont take
yet the way to say they take
the boot to my throat

and while i passify my anger
the white light searches for excuses
to exams im finished with
yes you didnt go to school with me
and yes you didn't get hired by the places
and the people i did
and when i speak its classified
yet to realize someone beneath you is winning, i grin

we are homeless
inside the mind
of the unfinished race of sentences
between this parked spectacle
and the losing draft picks or war
the mutants gripes linger through her ears
her last push to the polls
and my exotic dance as i swallow a boy box