PANHANDLIN' PRINCE
Sittin' on a rusty park bench bab
Not much else to d
Smoke cigarettes and drink my Mickey'
Fine malt liquor bre
As I start drinkin' and I start thinkin
That death is on my sid
If my heart stopped beatin', the street kept reekin
That's suicide... that's righ
I grew up in the inner cit
A dark part of this tow
just another innoncent backwoods victi
Society like to put dow
You can call me a boozer, or call me a lose
It really doesn't matter to m
I got a bench for snoozin', some sauce to keep boozin
That's all I nee
I keep it comin', sometimes don't know wh
I'm gonna do it 'til the day I di
Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpste
Unsanitary enginee
Baron of the bench the panhandlin' maste
Well, I'm pullin' twenty G's a yea
I know it ain't much but at least I'm in touch, yea
With realit
I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat race
No sire
I keep it comin', sometimes don't know wh
I'm gonna do it 'til the day I di
Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a questio
You got some spare change for me sucke
'Cause I'm down and out and there ain't no doub
That I am here to sta
Yeah you see me with my brother
Lyin' in the gutter with my paper bag in han
Yeah the streets are cold but at leas
There's soul all I nee
You'll take away my peace of min
You'll leave me there to rot and di
But look again, my careless frin
The world you live is just a li
It's a give and take, the more the fak
The more the pain, the more you los
So live your life, don't take no side
N' seize the day and drink your booze
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