Eighteen years of running wild.
One day past being a drugged out child.
Slipping on washed up aspirations.
Now come decisions and contemplations...

Raise the child? Or get it aborted?
But you aren't even self supportive.

Evicted yesterday
Happy Birthday

What happened to the rent money?
******* so white made your nose ******.
Call back home.
On what, a phone?
Don't even have quarters in your pocket,
Had to pawn your favorite necklace locket.

Oh yea, this is it. The glamorous life like in the movies...
Minus the money, and cars, and tan body beauties.
Funny how through the haze of addiction,
You never really see what's missing.

Concrete.
Cold street.
All alone.
Welcome home.