In my tarpaper shack in the forest I am free but not clean.
I don’t get proper care but the big guys all tell me I’m good.
Good to go. Good for something. They say it is good I am scabby and lean.
I am good with my gun like the other guys back in the hood.
Free of care, not so scared as you’d notice, I stand and defend
What they tell me is worth it. They say it’ll be good in the end.