Some Shits

I die more than i do my living
I wake up again and again
As they forget to cremate me again and again

Trap me now
In richmen's world
Undress me now
among the flamboyant gentlemen
I have got poverty to offer to them
I have got my body for the scars they want to carve

Rape me now
with your boots and tooth
I have bled enough
Nothing more to paint these streets of my own shadows