Moving Day

Moving Day

I cannot pay my rent

they kicked me out a month ago

Now I am back in it

I never moved my furniture

and now my ass is sittin'

on that couch that’s by the door

My forks are in the kitchen

My clothes are in the laundry room

Do not plan on leaving

I have no funds to relocate

Tell ya I am blue

I smoke all day  to elevate,

elevate my mood,

my mood up to the ceiling

I drink all night to alleviate

this pain that I been feelin'

Anguish it won’t leave me ‘lone

I wish I had a Genie

then I wouldn’t live this way
Strife is gonna kill me, 

kill me til I’m dead and gone

Tomorrow they’ll be back

cuz it a be cleaning day

They will find me waitin'

this nameless, faceless, homeless stray.