They're the people that test the world's kindness...
Get stopped nd asked for some change or food nd that's where you'll
find this...
They may not have a house but they have what they've made a home...
This world is cold, I wonder what they've made their blanket to keep
em warm...
I wonder if they like it or just have to adjust to being alone...
For them I'm sure that when it rains it poors...
I wonder what they've made their umbrella for wellness nd dry clothes...
Can look like savages cus of the circumstances, but deep down I'm sure
they're gentleman, would still open doors...
But the circumstances are fcked up, havent been fixed nd so til then
they conquer the concrete floors...
Each got their own story for the reason that they could tell or keep...
I talked to a bum tday just got me wondering what it's like to make
your home the streets...