Panhandlin Prince lyrics

Sittin` on a rusty park bench baby
Not much else to do
Smoke cigarettes and rink my Mickey`s
Fine malt liquor brew
As I start drinkin` and I start thinkin`
That death is on my side
If my heart stopped beatin`, the street kept reekin`
That`s suicide.... that`s right!

I grew up in the inner city
A dark part of this town
Just another innocent backwoods victim
Society like to put down
You can call me a boozer, or call me a loser
It really doesn`t matter to me
I got a bench for snoozin`, some sauce to keep boozin`
That`s all I neeed

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I keep it comin`, sometimes I don`t know why
I`m gonna do it `til the day i die

Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpster
Unsanitary engineer
Baron of the bench the panhandlin` master
Well, I`m pullin` twenty G`s a year
I know it ain`t much but at least I`m in touch, yeah
With reality
And I wouldn`t trade no places to be in rat races
No siree!

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Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a question
You got some spare change for me sucker?
`Cause I`m down and out and there ain`t no doubt
That I am here to stay

Yeah you see me lyin` with my brothers
In the gutter with my paper bag in hand
Yeah the streets are cold but at least
There`s soul and that`s all I need!

You`ll take away my peace of mind
You`ll leave me there to rot and die
But look again, my careless friend
The world you live is just a lie
It`s a give and take, the more the fake
The more the pain, the more you lose
Live your life, don`t take no sides
N`seize the day and drink your booze!