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