Living on the Street
living on the street
searching for something to eat
someone else's Nikes on my feet
I could be
sitting on a throne
with a kingdom all my own
living with crowns of gold and walls of stone
I could be
working at the plant
feeling like an army ant
"I'd love to quit but I just can't"
living in the hills
making money just for thrills
never sweating any social ills
running for my life
or crying for my dying wife
with both eyes on the reaper's knife
sitting in a class
barely caring if I pass
at night I'm drinking and I'm smoking grass
I could be
heading off to war
never been this scared before
someone tell me what I'm fighting for
thanking god above
I should be spreading peace and love
there's so much I'm undeserving of