the soul of a crack fiend I scram up ***** pop cans and your belongings that gather dust in your alley I scrap around in garbage cans finding tid bits of food. While I watch you in your big home stuffing your faces the dog even manages to eat better then I will your life is not hard you dont understand torment you dont understand hunger like I do. I'am a person of societies promise that failed I will be that person you read about in the paper a man noone knew a man noone smiled at a man who did'nt get a hug or a thank you or even a look that wasnt disgust this is my life a life of constant battels a life of broken promises a life of forgotten dreams and forgotten love a life that noone even knows exist a life that will one day haunt you when the curtain closes and the crowd just leaves I'll run in your mind because you didnt offer your time or a dime I will live in your mind you'll think about me during dinner where I whisper and whisper and whisper and whisper