Translation: Sidewalk Prophets. The Words I Would Say.
Translation: Sidewalk Prophets. Just Might Change Your Life.
THE PILGRIM WITH KRIS KRISTOFFERSON WRITER KRIS KRISTOFFERSON See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love and dreams
how they've always been and they intend to stay I can't explain why we live this way We do it every day Preachers on the podiums speaking the sayings Prophets on the sidewalk
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love, and
be anywhere with anyone You know exactly where I?d be Under the covers waitin? for the sun to rise Your head on the pillow next to me, yeah Your feet propped
I'm gonna figure out what Manhattan's all about How I wish it would rain tonight I'd find a good excuse to stay inside And watch those props come
one shot, my shot Propped up on enough talk to make time stop The lines of chalk that benjamin might cop Killed the illustrations on the neighborhood sidewalks
're [Incomprehensible] in hell Nobody smiling Ghetto, nobody smiling Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell Nobody smiling No more props I want property
Sip the juice 'cause I got enough to go around And the thought takes place uptown I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk And then taught
that custard cream Piper 'cuz I'm piped up with the mustard team Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts King of medallions Monty Guard Even Italians see my battalion prop
- let's detonate this shit Vamos rasgar o chao - let's cut the ground As casas - the houses As cidades - the cities As calcadas - the sidewalks As
Billy Dalton staggered on the sidewalk someone said he stumbled and he fell Six squad cars came screamin' to the rescue hauled old Billy Dalton off to
loss will be his gain She stood back in the shadows as the broker dealt with me Her eyes were dark and desperate from some private misery His words were so prophetic
custard cream Piper cause I'm piped up with the mustard team Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts King of medallions Monty Guard Even Italians see my battalion prop
length Like they're sizing up roses Delivery? she could deliver me She broke her own commandment Thou shall not steal from me My breath is gone That's burglary Never trust a prophet