Street Prophet

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Words and music by Matt Bartlett

lyrics

Street Prophet

Ain't got no home but I don't care
I just found some underwear
To earn a dime I'll do a dance
To save some time I'll piss my pants
Look at you, you think you're smart
Well you ain't got no shopping cart
Sure you got your stuff ok
But I can up and roll away

Cus I'm a stone cold street rhymer
Good-old old timer
Prophet of the fallen man
Look me up and here I am
I'm outdoors, bench sleeper
Up yours, night creeper
Pariah of society
Here my raw philosophy

Getting high, feeling alright
Letting loose, you know I might
And when I see that cop come round
I roll the other side of town
Talk to God now don't you know
He calls me brother eskimo
Listen up here when I say
Wouldn't have it any other way

Cus I'm a stone cold street rhymer
Good-old old timer
Prophet of the fallen man
Look me up and here I am
I'm outdoors, bench sleeper
Up yours, night creeper
Pariah of society
Here my raw philosophy

Out my mouth the words do flow
From where they come nobody knows
They only way to shut me up
To put some change into my cup
Got some rags and paper sheets
Got some bags tied round my feets
My clothes I gots to rearrange
Before them goddamned seasons change

Cus I'm a stone cold street rhymer
Good-old old timer
Prophet of the fallen man
Look me up and here I am
I'm outdoors, bench sleeper
Up yours, night creeper
Pariah of society
Here my raw philosophy

credits

from Whiskey & Oatmeal EP, released November 16, 2012

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