Maybe I should play the lottery, 'cuz I'm executing my life horribly
Soon I'll be a** out like sodomy
Probably if I'm homeless I'll focus on my priorities
Bigots will label me another lazy minority
Standing in the rain with a can in my hand
Panhandling, scrambling to eat when I can
Defeating the plan, ripped the blueprint in my hand
Disgusted by traces of my footprints in this land
A man plays a sax underneath train tracks
Making my thoughts disappear- body relaxed
Quickly I re-entered my realm, documentary film
I control the camera, lead actor
Scenes are written by an unseen Supreme Being
Those with pain, I can't explain The Author's meaning
Fiending for direction so my movie can be
Unaltered my outside powers that whisper to me, whisper to me, whisper to me...