SUNDAY MORNING SERMON FROM THE STREET

• I'M HUNGRY. I DON'T NEED MORE WORDS, I NEED FOOD.
• IT'S RAINING. THERE GOES MY CARDBOARD HOUSE.
• A GOOD PAIR OF SHOES IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS.
• I'D BE GLAD TO WORK, IF YOU PAID ME A DECENT WAGE. WHAT WOULD YOU WORK FOR? ARE YOU THAT MUCH BETTER THAN ME?
• YOU SCREWED ME, WHICH WAS BAD ENOUGH. NOW YOU WANT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY BODY. GO AWAY.
• SOME DAYS THE STREET ISN'T THAT BAD. SOME DAYS IT COMES CLOSE TO MAKING SENSE, BUT MOSTLY IT'S HELL ON EARTH.
• THE RICH BOYS SAY I DESERVE WHAT I GET. I SAY, SOME DAY I'LL GET EVEN.
• THE STREET IS AT LEAST HONEST, WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR MOST OF YOU.