Grafitti
I never wanted nothing,
But I got a lot of that.
I never had a purpose,
But I had a sleeping mat,
I had a decent backpack,
A pair of walking shoes,
A whole lot of traveling,
And plenty of the blues.
I saw a lot of places,
As I roamed from town to town.
I met a lot of people,
But I never settled down.
I never had a reason
To ever stake a claim.
I never had a chance it seems
To break into the game.
Now some men leave a family,
And some men leave success,
While others leave a fortune,
And some just happiness,
Some leave a reputation,
Or a plaque at City Hall.
But me, my life's grafitti painted
On an alley wall.
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