Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. sorry to bother you today. my name is Joe. and, um, I’m not on crack, I don’t do drugs, I’m just trying to get Something to eat. if you can give just a penny, a nickel..a dime, a Quarter..anything will be greatly appreciated. thank you for your time... And have a nice day.
How do you do? I’m from the other side of town The place where the only skin you see is the color brown The sun never shines in this place where I live And it’s hard to do right when you feel negative I have no compassion I only know agression And there is nothing great about this opression People I see on tv, in there towns live the good life But I live out of bounds Where nobody comes unless they’re forced to come In school, they call me the bum from the slum But they don’t know My sista has no food to eat And her hand-me-down shoes are too tight for her feet The way I see things, life isn’t fair So I never learned how to share or to care But to hope - and hope Instead of feeling down And that’s how it is On the other side of town
I live on the other side of town
Pardon me, brotha As you stand in your glory I hope you don’t mind as I tell the whole story Some people livin life like fun in the sun But yo, others are givin strife, and that’s all they know I feel no comfort in talks from the president So put back on cosby A shack is my resident I think if I ever die, it might be a blessin Some say I never try, but why are they stressin I’ll never get ahead; my raps have a better chance I’m livin on wonder bread with holes in my leather pants I’m not on the drug scene; they call me a crack head I just had a bugged dream that I was a black man Workin in the hospital Then in came in a half-dead rich bitch Yo, they must be insane You think I would save her? Yo, she wouldn’t save me I asked for a quater once, and guess what she gave me A fuckin penny A ? quarter? costs half a mill If it’s up to me, yo, she’s pushin up dafodils In a casket Payback’s a female dog Yo, send her ass to the morgue Then I woke up, and I sat with a frown Damn, I woke up But on the other side of town
The other side of town
My teacher’s a fat man Yo, how can they tempt me so Fuck geometry, my stomach is empty, yo Can’t you teach me to win this crazy game? You and I are in so many ways the same People tell me, but I don’t believe that shit Why do you sell me a dream, then leave me spit? The truth is bare, and so is my cupboards, too I wonder what could even l. ron hubbard do Because my mind right now is on the brink of breakin Yo, look how I think I think I’ll stick up the store with the arab guy I’m sick of him anyway; his prices are too high Or maybe I’ll start sellin avon door-to-door Then pull a jammy, and make a bigger score Nah, maybe I’ll start sellin dope for my cous Then I could drive the same car he does The life of a poor man Consider me desperate I sleep in a cold room And wish I could just get A piece of the pie Is that asking too much? I can’t even reach what others have in their clutch I wish I could go on, but I have to end this And get back to livin a life that is winless There’s no use swimmin, so I might as well drown In my sorrows Cause tomorrow’s the other side of town
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