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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 your 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, ol' timer
Prophet of the fallen man
Look me up and here I'm
Out doors, bench sleeper
Up yours, night creeper
Pariah of society
Hear my raw philosophy

Getting’ high, feelin’ alright
Lettin’ loose, you know I might
When I see that cop come round
I roll the other side of town
Talk to God, don’t ya know
Calls me brother Eskimo
Listen up here when I say
Wouldn’t have it any other way

Out my mouth the words do flow
From where they come God only knows
The 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 gotta re-arrange
Before them goddamned seasons change

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from Street Prophet / Running For My Life, released April 20, 2019
Recorded at Big Blue Studios
Mixing and Engineering: Ed Cuervo
Mastering: Paul Gold, Salt Mastering
Artwork: James Everhart

All Songs © 2019 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2019 Skunkmello LLC

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Sewer blues and gutter grooves for the barefooted and absent minded.

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