Ignorant People

Born as I was to ignorant people
Too traumatized to take me home
Came in a car and left on an embankment
Covered with pine straw

But instinct saved me
Something innate
Made my wet lungs
Scream with hate
Scream with hate

Found as I was fixing a flat tire
He'd run 'em bald
The schemer looked down upon the screamer
Like buried treasure

He nursed me and cherished me
And trained me to be
What is here in front of you
A ticket to see
A ticket to see

Fate has been so good to me
You may not understand
How I can be thankful
To be where I am
To be where I am