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adan bean - curb appeal lyrics

be as it may;
home of the castaways
the city whispers
we fast and pray
a sinner’s sat-rday
saints of the latter-day
from the fabulous fox
we are a block away
courtland & pine, where misfortunes align
the great disparity between your portion and mine
such a morbid design, but of course with the time
that p-sses it has to start warping our mind
this familiar ugly
the foreign beauty
amidst these redlined neighborhoods
you’ll find a ruby
there are hidden gems
in plain sight
in this vicious world
rufus wainwright
[when you’ve] limboing the poverty line
your life is some kind of crime
panhandle for dollar signs; feeding me can get you fined
medicate w/ freebase, drank or (some kind of) wine
(“all this time….”)

foxes have holes, birds have nests
the son of man has no place where he can rest
foxes have holes, birds have nests
the son of man has no place where he can rest

“no handouts”
“i don’t carry cash”
“i got you next time”
“this is all i have”
every decline to help
it sounds super hollow
a hungry belly with
only pride to swallow
the pebbles of the street
leave impressions on my cheek
today’s newspapers
serve as tonight’s bedsheet
trying to make ends meet
locked in a dead heat
w/ survival and yet, i’m racing w/ the lead feet
just as well
(the streets of) pratt & bell
prior to heaven
but after h-ll
poverty’s paradise
vagrant valhalla
somewhere between the inshallah
and the our father
the park is my kitchen
my living room is that bridge
my bed is that bench
and the trashcan is my fridge
midtown, 4th ward
sw – too strong
the scabs of the city
been picked at for too long

foxes have holes, birds have nests
the son of man has no place where he can rest
foxes have holes, birds have nests
the son of man has no place where he can rest

the poverty-stricken
the inadequate
the indigent
the hapless
the penniless
the dest-tute
the only difference is…
…these guys rock a tie and suit
corporate camouflage; the 3 car garage
the mcmansion expansion; the opulent mirage
the 5 bedrooms; curb appeal, cl-ss struggle
the economy will commonly burst your housing bubble
the suburban sprawl
gaudy high rises
lock in the mortgage rate
‘fore they increase prices
empty developments
vacant subdivisions
cee-lo told you that that gate could become a prison
listen – nothing’s wrong if you and yours want a lawn
a man’s castle is a h-ssle if that ain’t where his hearts drawn
a house ain’t a home; let the government foreclose you;
it’s so true – a roof over your head, can ironically, expose you

foxes have holes, birds have nests
the son of man has no place where he can rest
foxes have holes, birds have nests
the son of man has no place where he can rest

- adan bean lyrics

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