No food, no money, Poverty.
May have to steal to eat, honestly.
Go down the street and you’ll find me, trying to
find a snack on the side street.
No home, no friends, no shoes,
Everyday you’re alive you’re in the blues,
Wonder what to do with life, got no clues
Need a friend no one seems to understand.
Loneliness and homelessness don’t go together
well at least not without a hand.