Angels with Dirty Faces Homeboy Sandman

[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 a bad vibe when he passed by
Looked right in my staring eyes and asked, “Could I spare a dime?”
Next man 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
I'm cautious that his noble cause just 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 had him pay a fine
Before he came and started whining, everything was fine
No wonder every other night another's set on fire

[Hook]
I'm a form of life
Forms of life are friend to me
Not unlike infinity
So are our souls alike
Air raids aren't polite
Lighting bolts are energy
I’ve composed an elegy
For those that froze tonight
My bros that froze tonight