I'm money broke, It's no joke,

Can't cope, use the rope this time.

Nuckle up, buckle up,

The ride's getting rough,

But I still won't lose my mind.

I ask them if I could come in,

And the first thing they said was no.

If I can't come in,

That means I can't come back,

That means I've got nowhere to go.

I'm a hyena fighting for the lion's share,

Sometimes the lion's share ain't there,

Absent from political authority,

An animal I've become,

Total disorder and confusion in the lifestyle that I run.

Permit me to do what I want and I will,

I'm a nomad to travel,

Concrete, glass, ston, and gravel.

Everytime I turn around, it's the same sad story,

Getting ganked, I wishfit would end,

In life's comisary,

I'm a bad missonary,

With a wicked message I send.

Who can I trust in a world of green,

When I'm taught to take and not to give,

Who can I trust when I'm taught to take and not to give