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 up as poverty passed by Looked right in my staring eyes and asked, “Could I spare a dime?” Next guy 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 Cordial status or his noble cause 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 made him pay a fine Before he came and started whining, everything was fine No wonder every other night something is set on fire [Hook] How a form of life, forms a life in front of me Kinda like infinity, So all souls alike There is no polite Lighting bolts of 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 Outfit getting real dim, used to be real bright Jeans are fitting real dim, used to be real tight Teeth are 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 bike You ain’t got to act like I’m some type of parasite Caught up in a paradigm, I’ve lost Paradise Silent as a pantomime every day of life Sullen as Balboa’s eyes, when Apollo died Walk out and get swallowed up, got to swallow pride Not the one to want and whine, but the bottom line Is now I got a lot of doubt, I won’t make it out alive At school we’re taught the golden rule, but no one advised (?) and fight the otherwise most of the homicide [Hook] [Verse 3] Imagine if 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, “Pugh” Church, y’all in the front row, fill up the whole pew Crying like it’s God’s word, what yall gone do? When it’s time to show him proof, you gone like, “PEW!” Some walked in with no shoes, guess that’s your cue To act entirely consumed in your Sudoku Hundred dimes, with dime sack with fine bamboo Then some pair of dime cats who act brand new So many empty hands answered with, “No can do.” Gots some wider hands letting their hands taboo Like Flacco on a Rave’s fan..matter fact two! I mean the human race panned into straight Raccoon Blessed to just to have food, than have gratitude But you wouldn’t bless the next man if he had’ve “achooed!” [Hook]