Goin deeper than the pockets lining... Finding around every corner turned is another friendly foe lying... Placing money on the table jus to have the comfort of the feel of something that resembles a home... As no matter what means nothin n brings u right back at ground zero as truth is shown... Work, money, where in the fuck to lay the head... Yeah it might be back to that shit as it's blood this time hanging the noose bein spoon fed... Four rubber wheels to me is the same as a roof overhead... Seems u can't count on anyone as no one truly cares for trust is mislead... Back to the basics bcuz it's soon to be gone once again... Ass my efforts overlooked doin everything I can as a man... Let down on levels materials really have no fuckin value... As the drift in time jus gets lost without a single wall for shelter to correct the issue... Left to simply hang in the wind looking up feeling like you've been robbed... Here comes another round of homeless givin it all I got... Without two fucks given bcuz I've been there too many times before... It's the whole fuckin reason I trust no one who says they luv me tryin to feel my core... Homeless is a road I guess I ain't done traveling on as of yet... As it's my own that's taken me for granted I put on as it's curtains at best... No more door to run to to enjoy why I work... Jus a lock bein replaced as what I've earned goes once again without worth... Loyalty in this world has no purpose no matter who ya fuckin with... All in means nothin to em even if it's u puttin them on jus to be left cleaning up the bs... As I can't figure for the life of me where it is I belong as every move I make turns out wrong... Yet it don't faze me so don't give me no fuckin sad song... I'm used to the deal I keep getting dealt... It's​ jus reminder of how pathetic this world is in general as a mo fo like me jus isn't felt... Putting in seven days a week n it's back to the drawing board on wtf to do now... As the thought crawls across my mind of I can't remember what it feels like to wake up without the haunting of a frown... Raisin two birds high for I'll find a way... I may jus might be mobile but I ain't neva tapped as I will forever remain the same... Laughin at the tears that fall from the leak outta the swivel of my eyes... I will get mine... Even though this cut went in n I thought it never happen... I'm saddened... Yet I will neva surrender... Nor will I Eva believe in those that walk this Earth as they are the great pretenders... Those who will let u down as even ur backup plan is out in the wind... I'm goin in reverse once again to where I've been... Doin more than my share as they ran the for hills unable to hold their end... Talk about how a mutha fucka is to bend... As the past isn't done n family dropped the ball... Standing in frame like fr, n u call yourself my spawn... Road dog got lost in that wet spot down below... N the come up was placed in a paper bag as u know how that goes... Another good man held down with everything to offer... As life itself has been altered... I live in a reality u jus wouldn't believe... N I'll neva pray to a man made god from my fuckin knees... Fufb... I'm out... I lost more than thousands this time around... I lost my son...