We hongray

Out here servin stove top on the meet

Ain’t no sweets

Just street sweepers it seems

I don’t trap

Can barely rap

But given a whole lot of thanks

I may put myself on a proverbial map

Light up the gas

It’ll fuel this evening

Every moment as equally fleeting

Seeing the free nature I have maybe seemingly seem less

Beautiful…somthing to retreat from this

But it’s hard work not knowing where your next meal can come from

Only support network I have comes on the front

That’s why I don’t act like a Dum-dum…suckers get ghost