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