Victim of Circumstances

I was raised on knuckles sandwiches
In a alley crib
In a jungle of knives and chains
Had to fight to live
Why was I born down here? It just ain't fair
I'm just like any man, ain't no clothes to wear
I'm just a victim of the circumstances
Pointing fingers and dirty glances
The barking hounds of Hades
Was born on my heel
Big eyed little you type woman turn up your nose
When i walk the streets in shabby clothes
If you walked in my worn boots
For just one day
You wouldn't look down on me 'cause i'm this way
I'm just a victim of the circumstances
Pointing fingers and dirty glances
But no one understands and no one cares
God knows I try to rise up
But all in vain each time my reputation slanders my name
Oh this just ain't my fault
I was born down here
I'm just a victim of the circumstances
Pointing fingers and dirty glances
I'm just a victim of the circumstances
Pointing fingers and dirty glances