The Street Guy

Though I'm painted homeless
But I can't settle for less

I just couldn't be limited on my ruggedity
Reasons I'm not terrified by human brutality
When I'm sufficient, efficient and tested?
Who goes you restricting me on the street?

I won't be a member of such churches
Indoctrinated by societies' cultures
Restricted by human laws
Just because I have to please the gods.
I've seen those with light
So confused in darkness, why?
The more they try to change
The more the become their chains

When I remember where I came from
Where I was looked upon as hay
Where I'm needed out of my comfort zone
And I just couldn't reach out by sited back
Preaching just a word to have them back
No, I needed to go out to the street

There I become a shelter to the homeless
Now becoming hope to the hopeless
Feeding the poor and enriching the beggars
Opening the blind eyes, restoring shattered lives
Making good religious and society leaders
Yet it couldn't change me from being Jesus

Hmm... On the same street I was killed
But what'd have happened if I wasn't on the street?