Lyrics

Yo
This song goes out
To all the homeless people
And to all the people who look down on the homeless
When they walk by and act like they don't even exist
Not knowing they're only a few missed paychecks away
From being homeless themselves
Yo

They live on the roads sleeping under bridges with trolls
A little bit gross, sit there alone with shit on their clothes
Simpleton folk, not so rich and supreme
Wits are extreme but no one seems to get to the dream
Life is a drag, might have like five on a sack
A lighter and match a pipe and some crack and a bike with a flat
Ripe for attack but not the type who's with that
Like to give back so they might rise from the trap
Finding 'em at the parks local markets and skid row
Nowhere they can go, hard when you're dead broke
Hopeless and lost, I don't think it'll improve later
Home is a box, and blanket is a newspaper
Food banks EBT cards and methadone highs
Swept it aside so it's kept from the eye
Left 'em to die cuz we got rotten hearts
No stores round here but there's shopping carts

For the bums and the beggars who are starving and crazed
For the war vet left without an arm and a leg
For the lunatic the hooker and the kids who hop trains
For the addict shooting dope in his veins to stop pain
For the folks we ignore cuz they're down on their luck
For the guy outside the store trying to scrounge up a buck
If there's bills in your pockets maybe give 'em a few
Put yourself in their shoes imagine if it was you

It's grim and it's bleak, never knowing when you can eat
Rent isn't cheap, gotta put a tent on the street
Men that are weak, women in an awful position
Locked in a prison wishing for a pot they can piss in
Kids don't have a chance, big holes in their pants
Would've grown into champs but they roll with the tramps
Roaming the land, seek solace picturing death
Live with regret, whole personas liquor and meth, yo
The city streets teeming with diseases and drugs
Released by the gov just to fuckin see what it does
Seeking a buzz, trying to escape for a moment
Zoning in space don't even know the place where they're going
Wait for atonement, never get to harness the joy
When you're unemployed problems become hard to avoid
Point has been reached, poverty is off the charts
Now everything you own's in a shopping cart

For the bums and the beggars who are starving and crazed
For the war vet left without an arm and a leg
For the lunatic the hooker and the kids who hop trains
For the addict shooting dope in their veins to stop pain
For the folks we ignore cuz they're down on their luck
For the guy outside the store trying to scrounge up a buck
If there's bills in your pockets maybe give 'em a few
Put yourself in their shoes imagine if it was you

I feel for you though, I'll share my fuckin meal with you bro
And all I ask you in return is keep it real with me yo
Now some of you can't go to work but some of you cowards are fine
Bums beg in front of stores with now hiring signs
No desire for pride, let the fire subside
Too tired to rise not even inspired to try
Life is a lie, everything's a scam in some way
From Monday to Friday to the sermon on Sunday
Don't run away take a stand change what you can
Don't be afraid to expand, learn the ways of a man
Fantasy becomes reality after the mind makes it
Time not well spent is only time wasted
If you admire greatness go out and try and chase it
Take life's malice as a challenge and embrace it
Make it to the top if you got the heart
Then you'll actually be shopping with that shopping cart, Homage