Accent - Rapping for Change lyrics

Rapping for Change

He’s a sleek saunterer, street wanderer
Steep ponderer speech powerful
Each honorer reaches down in a
Deeper pocket for meager profit's
That keep him stockier
Instead of pizza maybe this time he
Can beef & brocc it up heat hot enough
Speeding through in a sloppy rush
Without a beatboxer to bop to
Emcee-er shouts to them
Respect to the beggars but
Never says ‘please, drop some in’
If ever he were desperate he’d get
Them to wish he’d rock again
Your friendly neighborhood Hip-Hopper
That needs to shop for stuff
That cost him bucks but a lot
Of that tedious job is luck
Thus, he never drops his cup or puts it down


Or piddles when the sniffles come
The kid’ll gun with crooked rounds
So he pushes sounds around
Bound to tourist towns as is his
After this he’ll hound another crowd
And bust it proudly whether cloudy
Or the sun is out
From the mouth he thrusts it loudly
For the ones that’s round
Something found underground where
The yuppies drown pure poetry that goes to
Sleep for upwards frowns
Like his city that’s strikingly pretty
Or hyper kiddies mighty giggly at
Night with their besties
He might get busy for ciggies
And a couple of pennies
But he can’t help but wish
He’d fill a bigger piggy
Bank, but thanks though, I needed that

Sometimes I just wanna fly away
And I will never touch the ground
Maybe I will go to outer space
And I will never come down

Nah, never that he’ll just float like kush
Smoke push from throats
While he cooks dope-esque hood
Quotes for "good folks"
He should go ’cause this
Sure cold was foretold
But he’s more broke so he roars
Notes for pure gold or stoges
And that warm toke will warn
Most who mourn ghosts
But that boy gloats with a hoarse hope
Sorely spoken
The busker’s own curative potion
Is pure emotion that touches
Them with furious devotion
Wondering what all of them think
Falls by the brink of destruction
He exalts what he sings
To a level of impressiveness
Their coins become his
And whatever he expresses then
Will only be rich
If, what a concept the lonliest wish
Which, underlines scripts when longing for it
Shesh, what the sky’ll do is draw in his chin
To run a rhyme by slumbered minds
And bring awe to these friends
Single serving
Wrinkled curr’ncy are some dollars he gets
But simply perfect
Him deserving never argues against
Swiftly turning
Gently swerving through the horrible mess
That blends his purpose with a courage
That gets bothered at best
Yes, pair of double crosses
Guarding his chest so he’d say beware of
Double cross from others (from others)
Pair of double crosses guarding his chest
So he’d say beware of
Double cross from others

Sometimes I just wanna fly away
And I will never touch the ground
Maybe I will go to outer space
And I will never come down

He blends in as part whilst
Standing out as different
He feels the pain of his
Cohorts and in turn benefit's
A roaming heart, under only sky, yet home
Millions of living mates but
He hates being alone free, donuts at dawn
Slightly stale and subtly wonderful
He smiles while he cries
Eating it’s comfortable
A loiterer legally relaxing on his porches
To smoke some of what’s left in his
Collection of like four or six
The mornings are hard
Everyone’s on their way somewhere
Away somewhere or already working
In it's warming start
The metal of his coins are hot
Palms sweat when he dumps them
(If only they’d itch) plus some paper bills
Something
A cardboard sign wielding couple ask politely
If he could spare a
Nickel towards their trouble, he denies them
They hear his wrist wiggle to
Say he’s trying too, their eyes confused
Framed so filth’ly, He’s ashamed, no guilty
But he can’t