i got nowhere to run to and no place to hide,
it seems like the only thing i own anymore is pride
....but i don't know, is that enough,
to keep my stuff in? i don't think so..

on the rocks and...feedin' the toxin...tickin' the clocks and it never...
sleepin' on the rocks and...feedin' the toxin...tickin' the clocks and.. it never...stops.

i am the homeless man
doin' what i can
runnin' from the man
until i move in

ya know, i don't got no bed, not a place to rest my head,
instead i need a stable, somethin' i'm able, to pay,
home in neighborhood-decent where i belong to

...the only way that that is gonna happen, man
...is if i take control of it & make it happen, man
nowadays, like Cube say "yeae",
its up to me to make my own,
until then i'm homeless.