"Bumming It"

By Mike Defendant 

 

Living on front street and paying back friends. Stuck in this in this cycle that I feel never ends.

 

Cigarette butts in the bar ashtray, never do me dirty or lead me astray. 

 

I drink from a beer that I happened to find, from some drunk person that left it behind. 

 

Bad on them but good for me.

I prefer to drink for free. 

 

Flying signs in the Carolina heat, making a living by standing on the street. 

 

Some people give love, and others give hate. Some don't even care while others can relate. 

 

I don't have much hope for the future today, I wish I could feel it, but the feeling went away. 

 

I'm still poor, but it gets better I'm told.

But ya never really know about the things that unfold.