I guess you could say I am, but I'm not the same as Jeffrey
A couple years ago was normal,nowadays wouldn't recognize me
I have a home, and a failing business
Jeffery is homeless, his work is holding a sign needs beer and meth with it
one side may look rough
the other a little brighter
cant always believe what you see it's all the same when flame touches from the bic lighter
I remember the last few times I seen Jeff
he seems fried now, no brain and nobody in there but who am I now
standing on the corner lost all but a piece of cardboard.
sadly enough he will never realize the diamond that's been there and his life could have been way more
continues each day the same ol thing
diamond that's priceless in his pocket yet his fix will keep him out in the rain
I bet Jeff never thought his life would end as it is to be
neither did I until until a burned out sparkle was set free
never judge even though we all do were human beings
I had a similar diamond that I didn't know call it an expired lottery
soo sad anyone can be Jeffrey
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