04 / Societal Collapse
Homeless and Hopeless
They say "get up," like gravity's fair They say "get up," like gravity's fair They say "get up," like gravity's fair, Like falling wasn't engineered everywhere. So I spit through cracked lips, teeth clenched tight Homeless, hopeless, still fighting the night. Homeless, hopeless, still fighting the night. Homeless, hopeless, still fighting the night. Concrete cold, eyes low, pockets full of maybe, City hums past like it never fucking made me. Windows flash lives I was never meant to borrow, Sleep on repeat, wake up owing more tomorrow. Hunger keeps time better than a watch face, Steps echo loud in a world that won't pause, wait. Names get lost, stories fold into weather, Hope thins out like it can't stay together. I rap to the rhythm of carts and late trains, Thoughts get sharp when the body's in pain. Not asking for pity, that shit's overpriced, Just trying to breathe in a place that sells life. They say "get up," like gravity's fair, Like falling wasn't engineered everywhere. So I spit through cracked lips, teeth clenched tight Homeless, hopeless, still fighting the night. Still here. Still broke. Still human, still choking on the same old smoke. If the world won't catch me, I won't fucking kneel I'm proof you can lose everything and still feel. Concrete nights, eyes low, stomach stay hollow City never slows, just steps around sorrow Sleep comes light, dreams don't wanna follow Wake up broke, still owe on tomorrow Cold in the spine, heat from the street Every move measured, every loss repeats Names fade fast when you miss a few beats World don't stop, just drags its feet Hunger talks loud, cuts through the static Pain get practical, hope gets erratic Not tragic enough to trend or be graphic Just another ghost in the urban traffic No couch, no key, no place to return Just lessons learned from bridges and burns Still got breath, still got nerve Still got rage that refuses to swerve I don't beg, I adapt, I persist Clenched jaw life, white-knuckle fist Homeless, hopeless, walking the mist Still here spitting bars like this Sidewalk sermons, cardboard choirs, night eats names, day sells fucking desires. Shoes talk back, soles worn thin, city keeps score, I'm losing again. Pockets echo, breath stay tight, hope on layaway, paid by the night. Sirens flex, windows stare, everywhere busy, nobody fucking there. Hunger got jokes, laughs on cue, counts my steps like rent is due. Cold shakes hands with the back of my neck, future reads "pending," past reads "wrecked." I move with the ghosts who never get framed, same streets, different fucking shame. They say "get right," I get by, learn to duck low when the lights pass by. No savior arc, no comeback spin, just lungs doing work and a heart dug in. Homeless, hopeless, still won't fold the world can take shelter, I'm built for the fucking cold. They say "get up," like gravity's fair They say "get up," like gravity's fair They say "get up," like gravity's fair, Like falling wasn't engineered everywhere. So I spit through cracked lips, teeth clenched tight Homeless, hopeless, still fighting the night. Homeless, hopeless, still fighting the night. Homeless, hopeless, still fighting the night.Back to Homeless and Hopeless