Roaming the streets of Skid Row
I await danger and uneasiness
Urine saturated garbage
Smoke misted molesters
For all those people that tell me the high and homeless are bad
And will damage me any chance they get
But I feel safe—for some reason
I feel as though I know them
Just because they don’t have a home
Just because I live in bounty
We all have roads that cross
I was talking to a man
Who lived a life the way mine has been set out to be
He got a college diploma and worked a wealth inducing job
His life took a u-turn as he became an alcoholic
But he didn’t want his journey of life to end
He is on the path to sobriety
And gives the light to the end of the tunnel
For all those people that you think are different
Or better or worse than you
You’ll see yourself in everyone
Because we all have roads that cross
