It's tiring, being treated like a street
Everyone stompin' their feet
And when the sky feeds me any scrap of sleet
You coat it with salt, so Ican't even eat
It's tiring, being a street
Everyone uses me like Idon't know defeat
Week after week I'm
Beat and I am beat
Never felt any sleep, never greeted a wink
I'm tired of being a street
Bruised and bleak, no one lends a sheet
Like I don't know cold & can't feel heat
Strong? Iam weak
No way out yet Iseek & Iseek
Anywhere else - just tryin' to flee
Can't you see?
Ican't stand Ican't sit Ican't breathe Ican't win
No longer I wish to serve people like this
Ican't cry Ican't cry
Worst of it all
Iwas born without the talent to die.
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