Angels with Dirty Faces

[Produced by J57]

*Talking*
Talking to my boy the other day. He said if he gave every time somebody asked, he wouldn’t have nothing left for himself. But he ain’t never tried that

[Verse 1]

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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]

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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

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!”

[Hook]