Poison in the blood
Poison in my blood like that wino
In the street so shrivel and frail
Jonesing for that next drink
With his four day stench
The world revolves
But not for him
See he is just another waste of space
A face that stay nameless
A blessed child
Who could not manifest
His eyes and soul has fought
And seen battles
That could not exist to the naked eye
His own private war called hell
At night he closes his eyes
And prayes for the calm to come
But it eludes him once more
Another day another bottle
Another dream of making it
Shattered by the fact that he's talentless
Uneducated and lack the skills to be
Anything but a two bit hustler
A father wasted seed
Another abortion that lived
Only to be despise by everyone
Who laid eyes on him(C)