The Beggar

Walking the streets outside a downtown café

I had some time to kill and some coffee left to share

I saw a Jesus aged beggar who looked like Jesus too

I sat beside him and he talked like he expected me there

My name is a secret and I’ll keep it undercover

I fell on the pavement from a penthouse in Manhattan

You can call me golden boy like once did my mother

It was six years of my life I’ve sold to a false Satan

Cash, stocks, cars and work all day

Supply and demand and working’s class abuse

They fuck your mind with wealth till you loose your way

A golden key in my hands, I couldn’t see how to use

Now I pay my everyday rent to the Devil

And I have the peace of mind of a dog

I have a hundred thousand guests everyday

At night I keep an eye open in the event of a fog

As long as the sun shines no worries for me

Yesterday’s news keeps me warm in the night

Now I found the keyhole but I’m missing the key

Watch me in your street I just can’t get out of your sight

My clothes are torn, dirty and borrowed

They’re stuck up on me like I stick on your brain

Now I stay one step back from tomorrow

Cursed by choice and free when I’m sleepin’ in the train

My case

It’s cause the weather

Its cold, it rains all night

Cold water on my face

I’m trying to win the race

I don’t know whether

It’s wrong, or is it right

Should I change my pace

Or should I rest in my case

There are some dead feathers

And a song, an autumn’s site

Enough to see your face

But there won’t be a chase

It’s not forever

But it’s long, it’s just a fight

I’m a dog that stays

A long wild goose chase