Feeling Nothing

You grow up on nothing,
And that's what you feel;
Scraping by each day,
That's all that's real.

An urban jungle is no Disneyland retreat,
The cold sidewalks, the cold air;
At the end of each day,
No one really cares.

A bullet as a best friend,
But is he really friend or foe;
Even if you win the day,
There's nothing on which to grow.