Song One

I set up camp one half a block away from home
Half a block away form where i get my tea
I sit down there at that spot where i decide to make my camp.
And I pull out my tin then i get to work
Taking money form thoese who have a soul smiling as i do
Looking away at thoese who laugh and call me poor
But I'm rich where it matters trust me ik that
After a few hours hours i head back
To the place where i get my tea and to the place where i lay my head down
With my tin full of dollars form the givers and believers
And once i make it back
i look around
this is my shelter and these are my people
I smile as i say that
This my cash make sure everyone gets some
 then i head to bed and get some sleep
Cause ik ill be doing it again
set up camp one half a block away from here
Half a block away form where i get my tea
Collecting money form the givers and belivers helping out here