The in the know group of main street men
who walk down the avenue with shaven grins
Whose pace and step is a reflection of success
The few who keep up are just the beggers in a mess
They descend to the subway fast
their thousand dollar coats moving to the draught
It looks like they´re almost going to laugh
Sporting keen shaven grins as they pass
The street hussler stands up straight almost in protest, just cheap quips
Female train attendants with their empty cups pretend to sip
Shoe shine boys gathering courage to ask their lost tip
These men are no change and brisk
secrets well hidden in the heads behind their lips
Breaking eyecontact the only move that fits
The hussler, the true loser tries to move a ruse to make himself rich
You can´t have their respect or attempt your lippy pitch
They know your device and in your plight sew a stitch
They´ve made this city their armoured trucking bitch
Quote unfairness with a mouth of the envious itch
They haul bullion while you sit infront of chump screens and twitch
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