Nothing to Lose

he's runnin' wild through the streets at night but 
he's hiding in the shadows by the break of day 
he's got a clip-on spyderco knife 
but's it's just for keeping the wolves at bay. 
2 am fucked up again 
he's living with the bottle cause 
he's livin with the pain insane poking veins 
he's standing in the rain 
he's got nothing to lose and everything to gain unwanted, 
unforgiving he's tired of fighting and 
he's tired of living here, 
swigging beer with nothing to fear 
he's got nothing to lose...so 
he's always winning 
he's suffocating - the pain can be excruciating 
and liberating - it helps him forget the world 
he's hating now he's waiting - 
and there won't be any negotiating 
he's got nothing to lose, 
he's been bloodied and 
he's been bruised, 
he ain't taking any more abuse 
he's had enough of their institutions and all the rules 
he was told to obey they offered no solutions so 
he hit the street before they put him away in a deprogramming 
youth care center to rid him of his insubordinate ways 
"you know that boy ain't right" is what you'll hear 
his parents say down on the world and down on 
his luck he's got nothing to lose 
he don't give a fuck about shit, 
takin' risks in the street throwing bricks with nothing to lose...
you drove him to this trying hard to forget the past 
he's sleeping under the overpass of i-95, 
just trying to survive 
just waiting for the moon to arrive