[Verse 1: Breeze Embalm]

Loose change in my pocket

And i don't even need it

But this homeless man he wants it

God damn hes fucking pleading

And I ain't gonna give it

Not for no real reason

It just really feels like too much work

For me right now

So I walk past in my Jordans

Never gonna walk in his shoes

Cause he got none

Hold both hands and pray for him

Amen

I mean its his fault anyway right

Or am I wrong on this one

I should go back and give some

Nah Ill catch the next one

Theres probably one the next block

This is New York thats a sure shot

Low and behold there is

And I gave that man a dollar

I felt good about it

Man I tweeted about it

What a great man am I

Changing someones life like that

Before me he wasn't gonna eat

Or buy drugs

Aww fuck

Did I fund crime?

Nah fuck that

I went back

Smacked his coin cup

Fucking monster wheres my dollar

I shook him up you ain't a veteran

Man the jig is up!

[Verse 2: Breeze Embalm]

Loose change in my pocket

This a whole day of feeding

Or could forgo it to save

And get some shoes to put my feet in

Cause the soles are like my soul

When I sit on my pride and get to pleading

To people seeing my struggle

But just continue to walk by

Oh my there's no love

No love in this city

That would pay for a plane ticket

Send me packing cause I ain't pretty

I ain't shower in a few weeks

Damn right I'm smelling filthy

You smelled it for just a minute

I gotta carry this shit with me!

I seen you at occupy just last week!

Banging on drums yelling out hums

But never thought it wise to break me some

Never thought it wise to walk your talk

Never saw my sign and even thought good luck

Now you taste my life and wanna fight this shit

Irony will fly Edward Elric kick

That's my two cents

Metaphorically and in the true sense

Fought a war now I have no roof

Man all that I got is vents

Government spending money but not on it's own, Hence

I'm a homeless vet and I gotta watch the A.N.A. get it's last pence

Biff