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the benjy davis project - humble hand lyrics

there was a poor man sleeping silently,
newspaper wrapped around his cryin’ eyes and skinny, stomach tucked.
can i spare a dime? i’m saving up for another to kill this empty stomach burns (it burns it does, yea).
there was a rich man walking hurriedly, gucci winter wear wrapped around his
tag watch and fattened belly tucked. i got spare change but why waste it on another.
an anonymous man getting’ funked up.

spit on a humble hand i am ready, i am ready.
hung from a ceiling fan i am dirty, i am sweaty.
come down the road again, humble hand held out to another.

a wind is blowing, pages sell veteran green wrapped
around his cryin’ eyes and poison blood alike.
i got a medal that i won for savin’ another.
they don’t know what it’s like to be funked up.

spit on a humble hand i am ready, i am ready.
hung from a ceiling fan i am dirty, i am sweaty.
come down the road again, humble hand held out to another.

- the benjy davis project

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