Being a Tramp Is Giving Me a Cramp By Free Cee

BEING A TRAMP IS GIVING ME A CRAMP I am a transient and I like it that way I am a philosopher with intellectual utterances to say I can’t remain in one place for a very long stay Because I owe too many dealers money I cannot pay So if you hear that I’m at someone’s house call me there Right now I’m at Sophia’s so you can call me here So tell me brother, what’s the word on the street Is it safe for Big Black Bruce and I to meet? “are you crazy man, why not just hop into a fire? Big Black Bruce thinks you’re a thief and a liar” Well how about coming to my defense bud? “hey look, if any is spilled its going to be only your blood” He’ll let me stay there, but only for a few days And she’ll allow me to crash there but she has very odd ways She thinks because we’re together under the same roof That makes me something I’m not so I act aloof I have to travel about looking in all direction at once I suppose it’s called once a dunce always a dunce If I had to tell the truth it’s getting tiring to roam But what do you do when you gave up your family and your home? © 2011.….free cee! PHREEPOETREE