• Living' in the streets aint where its at, Stolen cars and an old black cat. My pain as comfortable as my worn out shoes, The future so bleak, beyond the blues. These streets have been home For so many seasons, I could suicide now For all the right reasons. Living' on the streets is a time in hell. Eatin' outta the garbage when I can get past the smell. Hidin in corners to avoid bein' seen. No place to sleep, no way to get clean. These streets have been home For too many seasons. My suicide will be For all the right reasons. Livin’ like I do is a hell of a ride. On the very best day, I’m still empty inside. They’ll never hear me whimper I got my pride, and I have a temper. I could hold it inside for ten thousand seasons, Or suicide now For all the right reasons.

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