Beggars paradise
As i walk through the valley where i dance away my pain i take a look at my life and realise there ain’t much left cause I’ve been dancing and begging so long that even my part timers think that my mind is gone but I’ve never crossed the beggar who did deserve it, me be treated like punk you know I’m unheard of. You better watch out how you talking and where you begging, or you and your djembe wiz might be line in chalk. I really hate grind but I gotta dance, as I dance I see myself in one penny village. I’m the kind of beggar the little part timers wanna be like, on my grind every night farming bottles in the manafarm. Been spending most our lives, living in the beggars paradise. Been spending most our lives, living in the beggars paradise. Been spending most our lives, living in the beggars paradise. Look at the situation they got me facing. I can’t live a normal life, I was born on the street so i gotta be down in the dumpsters. Watching to much djembe wizion got me chasing dreams. I’m an uneducated beggar with money in my pocket, got an mana in my hand and a pitapat in my eye. I’m a dripped out beggar with millions of yen and my part timers is down so don’t arouse my anger. Death ain’t nothing but a cold night away I’m living the beggar life to a dime what can I say. I’m a millionaire now but will I live to see a trillion? With how I am begging I don’t know. Why are we so blind to see that the ones we hurt are you and the part timers. (And so on)
