Sitting on the train, subway
Hiding underground, avoiding sunrays
Trying to hustle ya,
Sneaking on board, like a paying customer
A humble smuggler, number thirteen
Complexion dirty, oily skin, working
Hurting, eyeing a couple flirting
Ex cocaine seller, a pain helper
Now a train dweller, my rain shelter
Either way my life spiralled like an Elter Skelter
Spare change?, penny for my thoughts
Anything of course,
The wave of poverty’s force
Has me drowning, full of remorse
This is reality, maybe even destiny
Fate has taken my wealth,
Now it wants the rest of me
Living in these tunnels, on the run, I dig it
So fuck the sky, for me your grounds the limit
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