Here I go again
Writing from the heart
Of a phenomenal village
Not knowing that Street Sense would be
The opportunistic deliverage
Coming from a soul that was held captive
In bondage
Hiding from fears of experience, made realistic
Through my family at Street Sense
I can not only make cents
But it allows my homeless people to pay homage
And forever that our city needs to, please,
stop getting rid of our encampments
’Cause housing is definitely an equal right
How can you sleep in your mansion
while you know we homeless at night?
So from here is a start
Just like Street Sense,
you should have a heart
