I've been homeless on a few occasions.
My pen is an artery, my heart is a fountain
The radio is just a stereo like a house ain't a home.
What makes me different from everybody else just boils down to dissatisfaction.
Sometimes I don't know what to say; the pain never stops. The cloud never goes away, the rain never drops
The first time I was homeless was when I went to Atlanta. I was in a homeless shelter, then when I got a job I used to miss the curfew for the shelter. So I ended up sleeping outside in the streets.