Sitting next to a bum I just fed Word, he looks almost dead Makes me think I'm lucky to have a bed He should have meds But instead

Everyone passes him by Could give a fuck if he dies Maybe cuz of pride To just brush him aside Cuz he can't hide

No shoes or socks on the cold ground It's hard to wrap my mind around When I found

Him sitting there wasting away See it everyday What else is there to say? So I pray

Help this man get back up When no one gives a fuck Just shit out of luck

Wearing filthy ripped clothes for probably months I remember once I had a bunch

Of things and money But it's funny Still wasn't sunny

But cold black clouds back then And I remember when

Back in December I rendered on a bender like my brain was in a blender

Then I stopped and saw myself in a mirror And it's clear I started feeling fear And began to tear That I'm very near

Becoming exactly like that And it's just fact When my wallet was fat How different I would act

And felt so high and mighty I just might be As I start to see

That we're really one in the same Feeling our own pain Drugs in our brain No one knows our name Lost souls in this game But my aim

Is to get back on my feet Get up off these streets Stop feeling this defeat And so weak But in my memory creeps That man's black feet Wanted him to eat

And gave him a pizza slice Just trying to be nice Others cold as ice Trapped in our own device Now we've paid the price

And our lives went in the gutter One bum feeding another Then I stop think and discover This man is my brother