A Poor Man Tought's

by Gaylon Joseph   Apr 20, 2006


At this point death will be my success
I take a number and patiently wait 4 death
I came 2 the point that n my mind there's nothing left
Head with no screws n it
Living every day with nothing 2 lose
Yea, back n the day I had a couple 2 choose from
2 stay n school but, I was addicted 2 the fast life
Everything back fired
Now I'm a bum on a corner scavenging 4 change
Without a 2nd chance at life

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