Poor Boy

I was the youngest of five I’m barely alive when I was growing up times were tough shit was hard. All I could do was get my card and rack up that credit card to buy new clothes cause my mom couldn’t afford shit you know so what am I gonna do when I was young all I could say there was no fun When I was coming up. I was always bored. I was always home but always ignored. I’m tired of that so that’s why I moved away from the family. I’m 1000 miles away and happy when I was living back in Chinatown it was crappy but now I live in a small town where everything is great and I don’t have to Frown Sometimes there’s people that look like a clown that walk around feeling bad feeling sad feeling mad what can I say? All I can do is pray for these people because there is a church with a big ass steeple, we’re plenty of people hang out and pray pretty much all motherfucking day. What can I say? All I can do is walk around party all night and drink some beer. I have no fear because I’m Fusco Bob the man of the hour was so much power when I grew up I had to wear rags, but that was better than wearing plastic bags. What can I say? All I can do is try not to fart when I walk down the street to see some messed up art.