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