(Intro)
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Nah, nah nah, that¡¯s not what it is
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That, what? No no, nah nah
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The thing about it was this fuckin
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George is sure he wants me to go to his fuckin party
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Pardon me?
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And it¡¯s like, you know George gets all fuckin shitfaced and shit
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Pardon me man, you got some change?
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Yeah so, hold on hold on Carol, hold on Carol
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Hey brother, you wouldn¡¯t happen to have some change, would you?
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Let me check for you lil buddy
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Anything, anything can help brother
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Anything can help brother
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Here, see
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Thanks brother, thanks brother
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Here you go buddy
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Thank you man, thank you man
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No problem, no problem
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Much appreciated brother, much appreciated brother
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Oh yea, not a problem, any time
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God bless, God bless brother, God bless
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Hey brother
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Hey, what¡¯s going on?
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Let me aks you a question
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Go ahead, alright, shoot!
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I don¡¯t mean to be disrespectful in any way but umm
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Nah nah, go ahead, go ahead
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How¡¯d you end up like this?
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Like what?
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How¡¯d you end up livin on the streets?
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(Verse)
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I was known as an honest man
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18 with a college plan
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Never thought that I¡¯d be searching for food in this garbage can
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They see that I¡¯m starving man
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And no one I can call daddy
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Never thought it would equal out to this dark alley
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People thinking it¡¯s my fault
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Like I did this to myself
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Why the fuck should I cry for?
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I hope that I die a dog
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It¡¯d prolly be an overdose
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Flashback saw my wifey when she would hold me close
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Damn that woman was good to me
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I might end up catching the holy ghost
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Cursed the first little motherfucker that saw me cope
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I gotta get off these dugs man it¡¯s my only hope
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See this ripped up jacket, this my only coat
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And it¡¯s winter time, can¡¯t see the finish time
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I gotta dig in the garbage can when it¡¯s dinner time
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Fuck the president, white house and the pentagon
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I lost my job, I lost my wife, I lost my kids
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I lost my car, I lost my crib
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So how the fuck they think that this nigga supposed to live?
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How the fuck you think I¡¯m gonn put some food in my ribs?
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Cry motherfucker, I¡¯m living on the streets
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I do the time motherfucker, hope I die motherfucker
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It¡¯s malice in my heart, that cardboard box
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My little palace in the dark
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I¡¯m a savage in the park
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(Verse)
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I came from the coolest home, allowance and student loans
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The last time I looked for a job it was through the phone
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Your story cut through the bone
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So who¡¯d known that this college student will be coked up when he¡¯s too alone
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It seems that a couple tears have turned to a couple bands
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And turned to a line of coke, I struggle to find some hope
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I¡¯m snugging designer coats
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While people in this world starve
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I still question the innocence in my girl¡¯s heart
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I never gave much thought to this
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Kinda makes you think, who¡¯s the unfortunate
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Grew up in an orphanage, but you still made it out
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Tell me what¡¯s the cause to this
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Should I take the safest route?
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How do I avoid being homeless on these streets?
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Arrested sniffing coke, walking lonely on the beach
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All these phonies wanna leech
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Talking bout my dad¡¯s money
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And if he dies in his will, what would he have for me?
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I¡¯m just a crash dummy, life is like a bad collision
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One day it¡¯s mad sunny, then you find your ass in prison
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The more I think about it, we the same
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You and me
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The only difference is, I got opportunities.
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His Shoes
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Ransom |