Crack City Rockers-Leftover Crack

[00:27.15]No panhandling they say it isnt a job [00:29.82]Oh but I disagree you ignorant slob [00:32.14]But there may come a day when yer found down and out [00:35.25]And the hateful replies will fill you with doubt [00:37.23]You might be a skinhead you might be a punk [00:40.11]Just give us a quarter so we can get drunk [00:42.08]Thank you for shopping and please come again [00:47.06]You suffer to know try even harder to see [00:49.47]Making sense of yer life in a f**ked reality [00:52.16]From decatur st up to avenue a [00:54.13]From el guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay [00:57.58]You turned a spanging job into a life long career [01:00.20]For a tin tabaacco and a fourty of beer [01:02.39]Now yer drinkin and yer thinkin is my bad luck running out [01:07.71]Your stopped by the cops and you hope and you wish [01:09.97]And yer askin real nice for them to letcha go [01:12.59]So they ask if they were shot in the street [01:15.38]Would you laugh in their face and you can't say no [01:17.55]After all of the times that you barely scraped by [01:20.16]With the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye [01:22.67]Now yer drinking and yer thinkin is my bad luck running out [01:27.52]With the cobra we drank and the sh*t we were talking [01:30.06]In the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rocking [01:32.28]Yeah when we were alive we were wicked and young [01:35.29]With the good times we had and the songs we sung [01:37.95]Now it's sad that you died and I wish you would stay [01:40.56]But I sold all my stamps at the end of the day [01:43.04]And now i'm drinking and i'm thinking is my bad luck running out [01:47.26] [01:59.49]After all of the times that you barely scraped by [02:01.74]With the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye [02:04.32]Now yer drinking and yer thinkin is my bad luck running out [02:09.13]I got assualted by officer friendly [02:11.66]On the fourth of july stick a needle in my eye [02:14.21]I said I didn't do nothing and whats this all about [02:16.99]He said resisting arrest as his pulled his baton out [02:20.16]Spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead [02:22.43]My thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head [02:24.95]And the last one left is: is my bad luck running out [02:30.41]