Welfare Dreams

Open minded gutter junkie trapped in hacksaw shredded hope.

Inside this pepsi can crushed palace a place in which I called home.

A lucky losers winning week ended by a small cloud of pistol smoke.

Outside the welfare clinic musky diaper smellin starter jackets filled with dust stand hands out waiting for a card to gurantee a meal.

Teeth clitched behind a raise empowered fist.

In the sewer of my life finally realizing how my world turns into shit.

Potential riding dope fiends out to catch the mayors money.

I want that i take that even if it your baby mommas funds.

Take food out any babys mouth cause I need to eat too.

Standin outside the welfare clinic cause even Mike Downs gotta eat.

With the wind whippin at my ankles dont dry pity tears no one really crys for me.

When I die I'll see you on the otherside hands out looking for my link card still.

Sweaty dingy washingtons crumbled inside my baby hand grip..

But, no one walks in my shoes and none of you really give a shit.