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Zoom! New York City Streets New home Honk! Suburban boy meets Urban jungle Zip! College is real No one to save you Alone in a sea of people No-body to talk to but God Hear the lonliness set in-- Ding! Step into the vessel that takes you to your destination. Ding! Doors close behind Jungle natives look up for their next meal "Hey!" I've been chosen Nonsense for words out of homelessness jargon Spitting, teasing Nowhere to run Ding! run Few steps out Thud! Another native hits the jungle floor Unconscious Alone Homeless Is anyone gonna help? No I must He needs me. One hand Two hands Three hands Four Five people now surrounding He's off the floor Unreceptive to the mindless impact Horrifying run Wooosh Stepping away Alone again Where's home? It's late Where am I? I'm home.
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