I'm money broke, It's no joke,
Can't cope, use the rope this time.
Nuckle up, buckle up,
The ride's getting rough,
But I still won't lose my mind.
I ask them if I could come in,
And the first thing they said was no.
If I can't come in,
That means I can't come back,
That means I've got nowhere to go.
I'm a hyena fighting for the lion's share,
Sometimes the lion's share ain't there,
Absent from political authority,
An animal I've become,
Total disorder and confusion in the lifestyle that I run.
Permit me to do what I want and I will,
I'm a nomad to travel,
Concrete, glass, ston, and gravel.
Everytime I turn around, it's the same sad story,
Getting ganked, I wishfit would end,
In life's comisary,
I'm a bad missonary,
With a wicked message I send.
Who can I trust in a world of green,
When I'm taught to take and not to give,
Who can I trust when I'm taught to take and not to give