Angels With Dirty Faces

Angels With Dirty Faces - Homeboy Sandman Lyrics

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 up as poverty passed byLooked right in my staring eyes and asked, “Could I spare a dime?”Next guy wouldn’t spare his, Why should I spare mine?Call it, “New York state of mind,” but please bare in mindI know he in a bind, but he gone go buy beer and wineI work my 9 to 5 trying to provide for me and mineNot to sponsor every slob that survived VietnamCordial status or his noble cause might be a conNo way to find out if he a fraud, so don’t mind me if I'mMore the kind of guy inclined to unkindly declineBesides the fact that panhandling’s apparently a crimeLucky PD of NY decided to let him slideCould’ve collared his behind and made him pay a fineBefore he came and started whining, everything was fineNo wonder every other night something is set on fireHow a form of life, forms a life in front of meKinda like infinity, So all souls alikeThere is no polite Lighting bolts of energyI’ve composed an elegy for those that froze tonightMy bros that froze tonight[Verse 2]I ain’t ate nothing since last nightThat was from the trash heap; somebody’s last biteOutfit getting real dim, used to be real brightJeans are fitting real dim, used to be real tightTeeth are looking real brown, was real whiteIt hasn’t seen no Tide, not in a long timeI’m just trying to catch a ride, please spare a bikeYou ain’t got to act like I’m some type of parasiteCaught up in a paradigm, I’ve lost ParadiseSilent as a pantomime every day of lifeSullen as Balboa’s eyes, when Apollo diedWalk out and get swallowed up, got to swallow prideNot the one to want and whine, but the bottom lineIs now I got a lot of doubt, I won’t make it out aliveAt school we’re taught the golden rule, but no one advised(?) and fight the otherwise most of the homicide[Verse 3]Imagine if you was dying and nobody helped youIf ain’t nobody listen you might talk to yourself tooTurning up your nose, holding you nose going, “Pugh”Church, y’all in the front row, fill up the whole pewCrying like it’s God’s word, what yall gone do?When it’s time to show him proof, you gone like, “PEW!”Some walked in with no shoes, guess that’s your cueTo act entirely consumed in your SudokuHundred dimes, with dime sack with fine bambooThen some pair of dime cats who act brand newSo many empty hands answered with, “No can do.”Gots some wider hands letting their hands tabooLike Flacco on a Rave’s fan.matter fact two!I mean the human race panned into straight RaccoonBlessed to just to have food, than have gratitudeBut you wouldn’t bless the next man if he had’ve “achooed!”