[Verse]
I bought pancake mix from a basehead on Franklin Avenue
For the sheer absurdity of his hustle
Gnawed knuckles, below freezing
Spoke with a stutter, spotted a mean limp as he was leavin'
Lean season, pacing, uh
Mentholated smoke from his nose escaped
Said he just came from the junction
Army duffel musta weighed a good fifty
Bootleg gospel DVDs and black porno
Can of SPAM, stained white tees, holes and tears
I joked, "who else wore those?"
Close talker, chapped lip like desert storm
Back up, buddy
Held his heart, said, "heart is self"
Free air markets
In a Crown Fried dining room, just sliding through
Hot air balloon, yeah I was lifted
Waitin' on bad food, why be rude?
I entertained and listened
Recognizin' ambition
There's no such thing as spare change
Nah, I'm good, I don't need it
Nah, I'm good, I don't need it
There's no such thing as spare change
Cruel game, hustle mania, respect the players
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