there was a poor man sleeping silently newspaper wrapped around his cryin eyes and skinny stomach tucked can i spare a dime i m saving up for another to kill this empty stomach burns there was a rich man walking hurriedly gucci winter wear wrapped around his tag watch and fattened belly tucked i got spare change but why waste it on another an anonymous man getting funked up spit on a humble hand i am ready i am ready hung from a ceiling fan i am dirty i am sweaty come down the road again humble hand held out to another a wind is blowing pages sell veteran green wrapped around his cryin eyes and poison blood alike i got a medal that i won for savin another they don t know what it s like to be funked up spit on a humble hand i am ready i am ready hung from a ceiling fan i am dirty i am sweaty come down the road again humble hand held out to another