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1996-2007
khanada rhodes
the panhandler
i've got nothing to say, but you can pay me anyway
food for my family, i've still got bills to pay
and they won't go away
i've lost control of my mind, it keeps me in time
is this my time on the breadline, how did i get here
at the corner of this freeway, on the edge of this city
there's no time to wonder...
if i don't get paid for nothing, i'll die for lack of something
and what did i hear
(are) you expecting some philosophy
for a quarter's worth of beer
you'll feel better, cuz that's why i'm here...
i
walk into
the morning with no fear for the future
and
you won't
catch me inside, cuz i'm legitimate
and i
give
a damn
i'm
gonna
sit on your street, and act real meek
you
act like
you know me, how did i get here
on the
corner
of third street in the shelter of this bookstore
i want
you
all here! so you know i'm not pretending
i've a
halfway
act for real, you'll feel better
if
it's bitter
then it's easy, it's harder to be joyful...
you'll
feel
better, cuz that's why i'm here...