The poor life

I am good dude known how to live ,that poor life from the bottom of the slums,That is kicking it to keep his life going straight forward,feeling broker then a chump man, jumping for his money on the back of bus man ,It’s sad how to keep it going from the back of my mind, knowing what could cause the outcome of my demise from the fact of getting kicked out on the streets to fend for myself at a young fools age to not break down from my misery I made call, life to show his life ,from his perspective to keep it 100 everyday from not trying to lose faith of the flow of my weight knowing I could have nothing at anytime or any moment feeling broker then a bumb trying to get change from his friend he knew from the lower eastern side of town trying to make a living off of decisions he made trying not to fall apart from the fact that he’s been through a whole lot in life trying to keep his own cool that he could never could change to get out of the situation he’s in watching the others from different angles of life trying to keep his smile on his face from everyone shadows.