I'm sitting on the sidewalk which I call my home
People are flashing by followed by their shadows
They presume I deserve this fall to the ground
I'm used to it and my own apathy was already found
Troubles I have, troubles I've seen
It all affects my life equally
No matter where, no matter how
I have to cover my bare skin
The battle is not yet over
The game is still being played
When the night falls down thoughts begin to speak
I feel an overwhelming desire to fight in my fists
The rule number one is to never look back
So I keep on moving and making new tracks
I'm the native of the street
The unnamed ghostly breed
Survival is the only creed
Until the day I'm freed