shelter is more scarce than the crumbs I find to eat
people walk by and scream like im some mindless freak
Obsolete, coffee mugs full of scraps to spare
wrapped in despair like pedestrians who lack to care
dreams are snared, impaired by child hood negligence
raped by an abusive father and been downhill ever since
from public school detentions to overnight convictions
consistently snorting happiness with all the right intentions
bucking against people in power is good in essence
the last one who planted gifts in me used his burly presence
a train on the right track wasn’t mature enough to fight back
grabbed on after soo many dinners, my purpose became a light snack
which murdered relationships, I couldn’t relate to shit
wanted to be a father but the one I had wanted to date his kids