The dumpster where I eat
Is getting locked up again
The police don't like me
They abruptly take me in
Shelters are the worst place for a kid like me to be
I'd rather feel the concrete atleast then I'd sleep

Restless person
Wretched world
Restless person
Wretched world

I make no money daily
I feel like wasted space
The traveling and the burrowing keeps dirt on my face
I've got scars from street violence
I am losing some of my teeth
I am not an evil person, I'm just a kid out in the street

Restless person
Wretched world
Restless person
Wretched world