What kind of pathway?

As the thick resurrection of the pavement of souls.
Are you gonna pay me back for what iv done?
The purity of the grain, this land of newborn fools.
Walking alone, the burning on my back, its just the sun.
The warm glow of the nature, your just an odd one.
The of the glancing, the erected roads of the blind.
Sitting on your porch, and having no fun.
Giving you a cup of sugar that i didn't even find.
The entombed faith of having charity.
Its the tender hearted, giving up hospitality.
Medicate the wounds of your clarity.
Pick yourself up, your a disgrace to society.
Quit dancing with the bench and your home in the cart.
Nothing to look forward to, not even a cent.
Completely oblivious, don't even take apart.
Not even participating in the national city event.
So wipe off the depression and the dirt.
Even though you absorb the smoke and the air.
Don't attract the bad so don't be a flirt.
Work hard of will, and life would be fair.