Cracked streets mirror the faces of the leanRepressed by a split societyThe gutters overflow with povertyA judgement is passed fasterThan the water and the breadIve endured all the seasonsI’ve been sunburned by the scoffsFrostbitten by the shame that they throw my wayDo they see a human?An identity more than: Homeless and hungryAdolescent injury has left me without mobilityThe concrete jungle has digested too manyBeneath the layers you look a lot like meFingerprint of deity, breath of the HolyBeneath the layers you look a lot like meSee me in despair, will you spare anything?Behold my eyes are openedI see the great divideIt’s hungry as the abyssTheir fortress scrapes the skyOutside the peasants and poor are of multitudeQuickly forgotten by the onesThat are living in plentyBeneath the layers you look a lot like meFingerprint of deity, breath of the HolyBeneath the layers you look a lot like meSee me in despair, will you spare anything?I don’t care about the amount in your pocketBut can we address the plank that occupies your eyesocketKnuckles white, around your pocket bookWhere have you built up your kingdom?I’ve stored up in paradiseWhere this weathered attireIs worth more than your prizedBeneath the layers you look like meBeneath the weeds, set 6 feet deepYou never shared a thingNow we share everything