For me, who ran so much
Like prey fleeing the hunt
For me a clogged steamroller
Cold wind that cuts the face
For me, born among the monsters of the crossroads
Conditioned by the shadows cast on the steps I've taken
For a huge dream, huge
Locked inside a box that has no shape
Tough leftovers of a blessed fate
For me blood of a Christ
Who's on a cross but isn't nailed
With energy spent in torments
Mood between insults and compliments
With spit against prejudice
And health lost because of a vice
But I learned to travel anyway
For me middle-school diploma and a building site
And hours and hours cleaning the same toilet
Heavy to move in but tough
For me a thrown-off needle
Joyful smile with gaps between the teeth
With thoughts dirty yet innocent
With moves between apartments
And songs written just to get by
And huge loves and never an altar
With energy spent in torments
Mood between insults and compliments
With spit against prejudice
And health lost because of a vice