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i'm not angry i'm a no good piece of shit i hear that eeryday, it just rolls off my back left out frustrated no one to talk to alone with the thoughts in my head the people i respect knock me down, so i sit like a piece of garbage washed up on the curb and it's funny in a place where one in ten have no money i hear only one in ten encouraging words "yeah the wisemen don't know shit, it's a poor fuck like me on the streets i got it all figured out" said an old man piss drunk on a wednesday a smile from his dirty toothless mouth made me smile and he asked me for a smoke and some change a cigarette was all i had to give Letras de cancionesi sat around watching cars thinking stupid fucking thoughts about my friends and my girl and my school and myself and i wished i could go drinking where noone knew my name and i didn't know anyone else i sat alone bored accomplishing nothing another summer day, more thrown away sunshine "now don't be offended and don't curse me out, but i'm starving and i sure could use your dimes" i looked up at a young man not much older than me gave him a dollar and a smoke and some time he said "i fought for uncle sam and now he won't fight for me he threw me out when i was done serving time i said i wouldn't go into special forces and kill he said 'then stay out on the streets and fucking die'" yeah there's two kinds of prisons some say one where you're locked up and everythings outside and another where you're outside and everything is locked away. From Letras Mania