Angels With Dirty Faces - Homeboy Sandman

I ain’t a bad guy for keeping my cash caught a bad vibe when he passed by

Looked right in my staring eyes and asked, «Could I spare a dime?»

Next man wouldn’t spare his, Why should I spare mine?

Call it, «New York state of mind,» but please bare in mind

I know he in a bind, but he gone go buy beer and wine

I work my 9 to 5 trying to provide for me and mine

Not to sponsor every slob that survived Vietnam

I’m cautious that his noble cause just might be a con

No way to find out if he a fraud, so don’t mind me if I’m

More the kind of guy inclined to unkindly decline

Besides the fact that panhandling’s apparently a crime

Lucky PD of NY decided to let him slide

Could’ve collared his behind and had him pay a fine

Before he came and started whining, everything was fine

No wonder every other night another’s set on fire

I’m a form of life

Forms of life are friend to me

Not unlike infinity

So are our souls alike

Air raids aren’t polite

Lighting bolts are energy

I’ve composed an elegy

For those that froze tonight

My bros that froze tonight

I ain’t ate nothing since last night

That was from the trash heap;

somebody’s last bite

Outlook getting real dim, used to be real bright

Jeans are fitting real big, used to be real tight

T-shirt looking real brown, was real white

It hasn’t seen no Tide, not in a long time

I’m just trying to catch a ride, please spare a swipe

You ain’t got to act like I’m some type of parasite

Caught up in a paradigm, lost Paradise

Silent as a pantomime every day of life

Sullen as Balboa’s eyes, when Apollo died

If I want something to swallow I’ve got to swallow pride

Not the one to wallow and whine, but the bottom line

Right now I got a lot of doubt I’ll make it out '09

In school we’re taught the golden rule, but no one abides

In fact it’s quite the otherwise so I’m off to the other side

Imagine you was dying and nobody helped you

If ain’t nobody listen you might talk to yourself too

Turning up your nose, holding you nose going, «Peww»

In church, y’all in the front row, filling up the whole pew

Fronting like it’s God’s work that y’all gonna do

When it’s time to show and prove, y’all gone like, «Pioom!»

Sun walked in with no shoes, guess that’s your cue

To act entirely consumed in your Sudoku

A hundred dimes a dime sack plus buying Bamboo

But asked to spare a dime cats act brand new

So many empty hands answered with, «No can do.»

It’s got so out of hand lending a hand’s taboo

It’s a black eye on the race fam, matter of fact two

I mean the human race planet is straight raccooned

It’s a blessing to just to have food, you should have gratitude

But you wouldn’t bless the next man if he had «achooed!»