Wish I could lie in the sun
The same things as anyone
Wish I could lie down there
With my feet, high in the air
Iīd have a drink in my hand
Read words from a newspaper stand
Wish I could lie in the sun
Wish I could fly like everyone
Same things as anyone
Same things as anyone
But you burn me up you paint my skin
In bad designs that ainīt even in
My skinīs crawling up the wall
Into the ocean Iīd love to fall
I hear the sounds but they ainīt the same
As feeling them with you two feet away
Thereīs always more worse off than me
Suppose Iīm lucky I can even see
All the people that Iīd like to be
Passing me by everyday in the street
Same things as anyone
Same things as anyone
But you burn me up you paint my skin
In bad designs that ainīt even in
I got good lungs, got a good heart
My mind is fit, and my feet can walk
And here I am in the shade on the street
Asking people for money to eat
What did I ever do to deserve this?
Did I kill a child or something worse?
Same things as anyone
Whatīs the reason maybe make you feel
How much more fortunate you are than me
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