Goodnight Street
20 dollars in his pocket to eat for a week
Soup kitchens and Debbie cakes was making me weak
He was still growing man that wasn't enuff to eat
Peeps around but he was always alone
Too proud and hard headed to ask could he come back home
Didn't sleep in the park it wasn't the place to be
Rather then ask for a place to sleep
cardboard on pissy boxsprings and newspaper kept warm enuff to fall asleep
No stars in the sky kiss the ground and say goodnight to the streets
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