Maybe I had a little too much faith in my generation Thought we could solve all the problems of the nation And the world But as I grow older I see we can’t even handle our shit locally It’s american hypocracy There’s vacant houses on the street where people sleep outside and in the cold at the mercy of the storm. I Hoped by this time in history There’d be more peace There’d be less greed No more people out on the streets It’s always wearing on me Sometimes The worlds it’s so terrifying When I close my eyes at night and try to dream Sometimes there’s nothing to eat Can’t get no sleep Sometimes there’s demons in mind Sometimes it’s scary what I see Sometimes I’m higher then a bird Sometimes I fly above the sea (I’m talking spiritually) But you don’t want to be me I Wouldn’t give my nightmares to my worst enemy Sometimes I can’t get no sleep Sometimes there’s nothing to eat Do u know what it feels like to have needs, To have needs that you can’t meet? There’s vacant houses on the street, The same street where unhoused people sleep, Outside Sleepin’ outside And fightin against the elements With so little help from the government. We’re doing this to survive not for the hell of it. Meanwhile, corporations get bailouts And every year on welfare we pay more income tax than a fucking billionaire Pays in a decade And we’re cold, we’re soaking in the rain outside, People like you and me From all walks of life and shape and size Every color and ethnicity We are Veterans of war Victims of violence People with ptsd and neurodivergency. I’m talking bout students I’m talkin bout preachers I’m talkin Foster youth I’m talking about school teachers. Is anyone benevolent to People out on the streets? To people who’ve survived abuse? I’m Talking to all of my queers I’m talkin to all the beautiful drag queens And Anyone gender nonconforming. I’m talkin to anyone with big dreams and small means Anyone who’s felt the feelin of not makin ends meet Anyone who’d have a room if it weren’t for the NIMBYs Anyone who was priced out of your home Your town And moved down, You’re not alone, I am you and you are me. And Those who hold the deeds to the houses they don’t need I see you Fightin You’re Fighting to get people like me outta your way You make bank But You Won’t give you only take Meanwhile there’s people outside and we’re fighting for our lives And it’s not luck but God that got me back inside And I know I gotta live life gratefully But still it makes me so fucking mad to see There’s vacant houses on the street where people sleep People surviving the elements. Heard there’s a shortage of houses But I’m seeing disparities in wealth People Pretending that our problems unique and irrelevant Like there’s some kinda immunity For the majority of the community And that’s a brave claim Considering it’s lookin like the end of days And they say “home is where the heart is” Sometimes I think your hearts are like your houses And that’s vacant.