Panhandlin' Prince

Sittin' on rusty park bench baby

Not much else to do

Smoke cigarettes and drink my Micky's

It's fine malt liquor brew

As I start drinkin and I start thinking

That death is on my side

Then my heart stops beatin'

The streets get reekin'

That's suicide (that's right)



I grew up in the inner city

A chopped part of this town

Just another innocent backwards victim

Society would like to put down

You can call me a boozer

Call me a loser

Really doesn't matter to me

I got a bench for snoozin'

Some sauce to keep boozin'

That's all I need



I keep it comin

Sometimes, don't know why

Ooo yeah, gonna do it until

The day I die (YEAH,,,..)



Consider me 'The Duke'

As I dine in your dumpster

Unsanitary engineer

Well I'm the man of the place

The panhandlin' master

Well I'm pullin' 20 gees a year

Said I know it ain't much

But at least I'm in touch yeah

With reality

I wouldn't trade no places

To be in rat races

No sir'y



I keep it comin

Sometimes, don't know why

Ooo yeah, gonna do it until

The day I die I keep it comin

Sometimes, don't know why

Ooo yeah, gonna do it until

The day I die



Yo Mr. Trump

Can I ask you a question

You got some spare change for me, sucker?

Now I'm down

And there ain't no doubt that,

I am here to stay



Yeah you see with my brothers

Lyin, in the gutter with my,

My paper bag in hand

Yeah the streets are cold

But a least there (so?)

All I need,(hey you bum, get a jod)



You take away my piece of mind

You leave me there to rot and die, yeah yeah

But look again, my (dearest?) friend

World you live in is just a lie, yeah yeah

It's give and take

The more you fake, the more pain, the more you lose

yeah yeah yeah yeah

So livin large, don't take no sides

Just siege the day, and drink your booze