Hopeless

I don’t need drugs to write, I’m naturally high,
Close my eyes, while I listen to mankind trying to lie,
They say education is free –while I find myself bend,
They say “you got the right to remain silence” but they ignore the Fifth Amendment?
They shut me up when I try to speak,
Then I seek another form of being meek,
But pain and struggle finds me laying weak,
…in the alley of the back streets,
While I try to find something to eat,
Pushing shopping cart trying to find cans and treats,
Wiping off the sweat while trying to fight the heat,
…but the air I breathe remains sweet,
I’m homeless –every time I feel hopeless,
Cut myself with a pocket knife –but I remain painless,
I climbed up this ladder, trying to reach higher,
…only to find myself in an open fire,
Have no choice but to climb down to look for a living desire,
I keep sleeping in little spaced patches,
Newspaper and carton as my mattress,
…and every morning I keep smiling like an actress,
I believe life is a test –another contest for me to win,
I release my stress in this context to feel less stin’,
To unleash the pain and all the other sh*t I’m in,
…to be continue