Walking down the street in my ones, tryna figure out what the hell I\'ve become.
Tryna be the best I can be for we; wondering what the hell that even means to me.
They say have Self-Respect when you wake but fail to mention how much it\'s gonna take.
When will I find a place to lay my dome, somewhere to forever call a home?
To roam I no longer have the need, but a plea to be as free as the sea.
To be free of stress and neglect - to have a place to nest like all the rest.