why do i feel no joy only hurt and pain
why cant i proudly state my name
if it is true that life is only a game
where's the fun in being homeless in the rain
one day i will ask the lord if it was his will
for me to feel tired depressed stressed and ill
and as people walk by they look straight through
the tramp in the shelter whom is a person like you
for my mistakes i have paid the ultimate price
sacrificed my future to this nomad's life
what chance do i have to get back to normality
when for me sleeping rough is the only reality
no family or friends just me myself and i
you dont notice me when i'm alive so what when i die
will anyone miss that poor homeless guy
i was told to have no fear and live life fast
cos like vannila ice's career it might not last
but on reflection look where it's got me
on the doorway of starbucks begging for a coffe
it's far too obvious when i look back
that it wasn't dope to start blazing crack
if i had listened and worked hard at school
i could have a big house and car wouldn't that be cool