Poor Boy

I lie there across the street
Alone, in the scorching heat
I sit there alone in defeat
It feels so incomplete

Just a poor boy on a small road
But I'll never forget what my momma told
There's always hope to hold
And where the pressure's on, don't fold

Vying for something much more
I'm tired of lying on the cold floor
So to the rich, I make war
Cause my heart, they tore

Going from town to town
Always met with a frown
Just another way to keep me down
But soon, I'll wear the crown

Just a poor boy on a small road
But I'll never forget what my momma told
There's always hope to hold
And where the pressure's on, don't fold