Crack a Steelie kid.

Hoppin’ them trains ain’t easy.

Drinkin’ and smokin’,

Bein’ free is hard.

No responsibilities,

Dirty socks, disease,

Little to no bills.

No romance in poverty.

Only in the books.

You picked your own life.

Enlightenment of the road.

Hedonism fades.

Live between the worlds,

work for what you need Greenhorn.

You’ll find your own way.

Just stay clean out there.

Happiness is shared Greenhorn,

in and out’s ok.

Sex, society…

Don’t need to be a lifer.

Bourgeoisie will pay.

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