This effects every nation, current location
Sat on the toilet at Piccadilly station
Bein Homeless Sucks
This effects every nation, current location
Sat on the toilet at Piccadilly station
It’s freezing & this is the warmest place
could vanish without a trace, it’s a fucking disgrace
Ashamed to show my face ashamed to be tamed
The things claimed, the blame aimed,
Deep down no one can entirely be blamed.
Not very old with a heart of gold
Was misguided by the devil to him souls weren’t sold
Was asked leading questions but the truth I told
Was too honest & too bold, won’t fold
Used to be naïve, Used to naively believe
Mental health units help & are easy to leave
they help a few who may need to grieve.
But if you stand in their face
And tell the truth they’re a disgrace
Because there are certain things that need addressing
As writing this, kind of confessing
The time has come for me to stop pressing
The time for digressing & impressing
Because this world is too distressing
Witnessed all sorts & met all kinds
People see this problem but close their minds
When glancing into a house wishing to be on the other side of the blinds
Empathy & compassion one rarely finds
Some organisations who help but more needs to be done
Because of sinister psychiatry many on the run
It seems ages since had some real fun
Even got done & someone pulled out a gun
Spending many nights at the train station
Where always been courteous & polite in conversation
Been helpful without hesitation to anyone from any Nation
One night in around June last year
A beggar asked to use my phone to order £130 of gear
This side of drug addiction is the genuine fear
Collecting all the money to get the next fix
It’s not just brown, white and spice that are epidemics
Disgusting drugs spreading like an infection
Some costing the tax payers thousands per injection
If you take a closer inspection
They are better than contraception
Because these drugs will chemically castrate you
They won’t even sit there and debate you
Just character assassinate, they won’t rate you
They will diagnose you and give you a label
Make out of your dreams that you’re not able
It is crazy that someone can get killed in a door way
A 24hr shop where more people will pay
That’s a prime spot and you could get shot
If someone else sees that as their patch, cool that is not
What do they do? They just leave us to rot
Materialistically what have I got? Not a lot
But a Heart of gold and a story that needs to be told
In the eyes of some may be seen as old
Dreaming big, dreaming bold
Never going to fold, Soul’s not being sold
Never giving in, very forgiving
All about The Love, believing Life is for living.