Coin a phrase for change

[Verse 1: Breeze Embalm]
Loose change in my pocket
And i don't even need it
But this homeless man he wants it
God damn hes fucking pleading
And I ain't gonna give it
Not for no real reason
It just really feels like too much work
For me right now
So I walk past in my Jordans
Never gonna walk in his shoes
Cause he got none
Hold both hands and pray for him
Amen
I mean its his fault anyway right
Or am I wrong on this one
I should go back and give some
Nah Ill catch the next one
Theres probably one the next block
This is New York thats a sure shot
Low and behold there is
And I gave that man a dollar
I felt good about it
Man I tweeted about it
What a great man am I
Changing someones life like that
Before me he wasn't gonna eat
Or buy drugs
Aww fuck
Did I fund crime?
Nah fuck that
I went back
Smacked his coin cup
Fucking monster wheres my dollar
I shook him up you ain't a veteran
Man the jig is up!

[Verse 2: Breeze Embalm]
Loose change in my pocket
This a whole day of feeding
Or could forgo it to save
And get some shoes to put my feet in
Cause the soles are like my soul
When I sit on my pride and get to pleading
To people seeing my struggle
But just continue to walk by
Oh my there's no love
No love in this city
That would pay for a plane ticket
Send me packing cause I ain't pretty
I ain't shower in a few weeks
Damn right I'm smelling filthy
You smelled it for just a minute
I gotta carry this shit with me!
I seen you at occupy just last week!
Banging on drums yelling out hums
But never thought it wise to break me some
Never thought it wise to walk your talk
Never saw my sign and even thought good luck
Now you taste my life and wanna fight this shit
Irony will fly Edward Elric kick
That's my two cents
Metaphorically and in the true sense
Fought a war now I have no roof
Man all that I got is vents
Government spending money but not on it's own, Hence
I'm a homeless vet and I gotta watch the A.N.A. get it's last pence
Biff