“Look for me out in the street.
I’m the one who’s on his knees.
Stop and stare, but please don’t you dare,
Judge me and where my feet have been.
And I’ve been working real, real hard.
Just so I can use a card,
To purchase things that I don’t really need.
I’ve taken this way too far.
Now I close and lock my door.
I dont fear being poor,
All I need are my necessities,
I’m sick of wanting more and more.”