Creed of My Lullaby (Homeless Project 3 of 10)

We all live, we all die That's the creed of my lullaby Tears jerking of this broken life Nothin' follows but fruitful of strife You got hard hittin' Blood splatterin' Jaws droppin' This is no ordinary life But it's the only thing you know So you go with the flow Life goes on like a show Verbal abuse What's the excuse? Physical abuse You let loose Emotional abuse Self accuse You stare in the mirror You don't like what you see Start writin' a letter To tell forget about me I'm gonna find me brighter days Instead of you hittin' me, I'll find sun soft rays It's time for me to get away Livin' at times is hard I find it difficult to deal with the cards I'm gonna take the car Move somewhere far Even if it means living in the streets Using cardboards as my sheets Even if I have to cheat As long as I'm not gettin' beat Take the pressure of the heat