My new neighbor that just moved in is a millionaire The one behind me is a poet living off welfare Somewhere in the middle Stuck in the in-between I'll find my sanctuary somewhere on the streets Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh I think I just got an ulcer I had to teach myself order Ahh I've been denied at pawnshops Lookin fucked off, need to rinse off And my hair is one knot Learned to be happy with what I got I might be on the cusp of breaking through But if I'm slowly falling, at least it is with you