i say - beat-box

there's an old man sittin by the side of the road
he's got a sign in his hand and he's askin for dough
i hand him a granola bar, say, "here you go
if you really that hungry you just let me know
i got the food stamps with plenty of flow
all we got to do is walk to the store."

he says: (beat-boxing)

walkin by the bandshell there's food not bombs
they servin up soup that's as good as my mom's
with home-made zucchini bread we try to stay calm
cause the rumble in our tummies is soundin the alarm
they say the veggies came from the mountain farm
even the greens we can smoke from the bong

we say: (beat-boxing)

now i'm all stoned with a full stomach
i say, "peace out," and i make it quick
cause i just want to jam on my harmonic
buskin the street gettin paid jack shit
but i'm writin many songs i think are legit
only gettin the eye from the girls that are thick

they say: (beat-boxing)

so the night's comin on and i better get goin
my spots blown up and the police are showin
don't matter bout that it's already snowin
and i got to find a gorilla spot, no one's knowin
to bunker down real quick and keep on showin
that this is a life that keeps on rollin

i say: (beat-boxing)