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>I'ma glistening Nazarene, no dad for me >Self-proclaimed bastard breed, accept it happily >Father figure?, have to ask you what that one means >All I got is this shirt on my back, feel like a >Katrina refugee >Should've got an education, took a path that was meant >for me >Somewhere along the line karma tampered with destiny >I burned the old me in effigy, not reality >Could never deal with those flames sensually >Essentially I need to stop in my tracks, rest & grieve >Walking the side of the road in rags with a canteen >The man seen on the highway with a hitch-hike thumb >Looking up at a vanilla sky so damn clean and serene >Played loftier roles, can't get passed this damned >scene >People treating me as if I should be quarantined >They're all obscene saying, "You smell like spoiled >chlorine". >Addicted to a myriad of pills, "WILL WORK FOR MORPHINE" >A younger generation can't understand my plight >They say, "Get a job, join a church, do what's right". >Others patronize my situation, pay me for a bumfight >With a styrofoam cup standing in front of grocery >stands >Close-fisted hands won't budge off 1 penny >Treating they pocket-change like it was grands >I'ma shell of a man walking through your HARDHEARTED >NATION

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