Upton Testo

i'm not angry i'm a no good piece of shiti hear that eeryday, it just rolls off my backleft out frustrated no one to talk toalone with the thoughts in my headthe people i respect knock me down,so i sit like a piece of garbage washed up on the curband it's funny in a place where one in ten have no moneyi hear only one in ten encouraging words"yeah the wisemen don't know shit, it's a poor fuck like me on the streets i got it all figured out"said an old man piss drunk on a wednesdaya smile from his dirty toothless mouth made me smileand he asked me for a smoke and some changea cigarette was all i had to givei sat around watching cars thinking stupid fucking thoughts aboutmy friends and my girl and my school and myselfand i wished i could go drinkingwhere noone knew my name and i didn't know anyone elsei sat alone bored accomplishing nothinganother summer day, more thrown away sunshine"now don't be offended and don't curse me out,but i'm starving and i sure could use your dimes"i looked up at a young man not much older than megave him a dollar and a smoke and some timehe said "i fought for uncle sam and now he won't fight for mehe threw me out when i was done serving time i said i wouldn't go into special forces and killhe said 'then stay out on the streets and fucking die'"yeah there's two kinds of prisonssome say one where you're locked up and everythings outsideand another where you're outside and everything is olcked away.