Down City Streets

Crawled out of the bushes early morn, Used newspapers to keep me warm, Then I'd have to score a drink calm my nerves help me to think, Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home, There was nothing that I owned, I used my fingers as a comb, In those days when I was young drinking and fighting was no fun, It was daily living for me I had no choice it was meant to be, Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home, There was nothing that I owned, I used my fingers as a comb, Now I'm a man I'm not alone, I am married, I have children of my own, Now I have something to call my own These are my children this is my home, I look around and understand how Street kids feel when they're put down. Down city streets, I would roam I had no bed, I had no home There was nothing that I owned Used my fingers as a comb I look around and understand How street kids feel when they're put down