Homeless But Gifted

Please excuse my concentration/But I must plan my infiltration/Of the system which ignores my situation/

So I’m just sittin’ here contemplatin’/You’ve prolly seen me waitin’/On the bench at the College Park MARTA station/

Now while the money’s gone/And I’m all alone/I work my fingers to the bone/To try and get a loan/But I can’t seem to hone/

In on the right frequency/You don’t see or hear me/Labeling me a charity/But don’t even have the decency/Or the daily honesty/

To drop a dime in the cup/Always tellin’ me to shut up/You make me wanna throw up/I’m the poor one, but you lookin’ mighty to’ up/

What? Yeah, I hate you, too/Hope somebody beat yo’ butt till it’s black and blue/To myself I at least remain true/Not you/Me? Naw, forget you.