A Father roaming long to earn a penny
A mother giving birth all on her own
Not sure when then child was born,
All I know there was a storm that shook the boards & unhinged the nailed up windows
The child grew up by begging on the street
To help pitch in for meat & a bit of heat
Ma' lies below a stone & pops was barely home,
But guards the boy with love & never sleeps
Age 10, he wears rags with pins & patches
Got nothin' to show for it but wounds & scratches
The boy he lives in shame, all his neighbors they got a name
While he plays with sticks & stones & a box of matches
Shame runs deep, he runs for the hills
A materialistic destiny that he must fulfill
He left his world behind & his father who's now blind
Is left to crawl about & pay the bills
The road paved with gold is paid in slums
City folk talk fine but inside they're scum
Well, he became one of them, living only for the trend
& Through it all he forgot just where he came from
He tried to run around & make some money
He ended up trapped & lost his soul
He wished to leave this town, to reach a higher ground
But in the end we'll all end up 6 feet below.
In the end we'll all end up 6 feet below
In the end we'll all end up 6 feet below
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