Samaritan

[Bridge] Had a dollar and dream Inside my pocket Took a step to the left and start walkin Talkin' like "How am I gon' get home tonight? I left my bus card, on the night stand By the kitchen." [Hook] Samaritan, samaritan help me please Samaritan, Samaritan be good to me Samaritan, Samaritan be good to me [Verse 1: Noname Gypsy] I met a wise man On the corner of an island, in Thailand A good man, he helped me with my finance He told me my life span Was spent a lifetime of phone calls and staplers and people to piss off But I reminded him I barely could read I graduated high school Happy I even got C's Cause the D's and F's was lookin' hella grimey Baby sister smilin' at me Just happy to come behind me Don't ask me what I look like in the darkness Sit still for too long, your own bones become cathartic Got me feelin' like I'm tall, dumb, and ugly Make a home on the stage Where all of the people love me "She's so lovely, rappin' about her broken Wearin her false lashes and hope that she gettin chosen You a female rapper. Don't rap about that shit You 'supose to be a bad bitch Or at least a little confident." (Bridge + hook) [Verse 2] Welcome to verse two This where it gets sticky The dollar I once had, had dream of a buck fifty Even the money'll leave you for the money Had the nerve to look at me and tell me, I was hella bummy [Verse 3: Mick Jenkins] Hella funny comin' from a nigga with a homeless soul See commercials how they out here sellin' broken dreams Mild situations of escape, check the Oprah show Couldn't fly out the hood with a boneless wing Back porch planning my campaign Twistin' some shit and sippin' some shit that bubble like champagne Noses in the air for that dank, shit Pinkies in the air for that Hilary Swank shit Million dollars a deal, make em' tell em escape That fact that he so chill about it, compel em' to hate The women that I court like appelates compel him to think that I only do it, bad, like Blanket's dad That's Michael Jackson, you sleepin, but how you sleep on that? When I'm takin' niggas higher, like it's tree on deck And it's tree on deck. Canada Dry on the rocks, watch The poetry started in coffee shops, I'm used to the grind I could wait for the cream, it's no sugar in that Not even strings attached, Gepetto could pull him an act Competitors ruling out, I compel them to pull the facts My resumé been faxed Ain't thinkin gold until I'm Goldman Sachs Until a nigga records gettin' mad spins in your Cul-de-sac Don't distract, though the key to this is preservation I pray your prayers reaches elevation Just see them snares as a symbol for the simple and it's sinful Have a glass of ginger ale, It's a celebration Word