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I can't stand out looking for a handout
hungry hoping someone feeds me
I can't cry from being needy
I rather be bleeding than to expect
someone to do for me what I can surely
do for myself been in the box it had some
locks had to melt some steel mold and shape
a key if I was planning on being free
got sick & tired of missing those who forgot me
long after I was put out of sight
having to fend and fight for my life
thinking I was loved and thought of
to be honest that thought gave me
something to live for even though deep
inside I knew the truth to survive one must
do what one must do until one break free
like a early release parolee fresh out the pen
thrust into a changed society one never knew
left with nothing to come home to
I rather die than to have to depend on you
　
　
