this is odd

I've been brought up

to be shot down

i've been homeless and nowhere bound

been starved n lost only to be found

and all along nothing i could do

all along there was nothing i knew

been brought up

with nothing at all

i sure found something

in this world so small

i been tired

been abused

lit on fire like a broken fuse

been lonely been alone

in constant search of a comfy home

been broken been fixed

washed away my feelings ditched

and all along this bumpy road

i wanted nothing but a lifted load

and with nothing else for me to loose

i lost my footsteps in my empty shoes