(Money Money Money Money Nothin But Money) I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the P.M. and I love the sunrise so I step out in the A.M. the street is black and shiny from the early nightly rainin the glory of the light it brings evaporation mornings fresh oxygen cleanest I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest Im already wake so Im not drinkin coffee dont wanna cigarrette, cause its a form of slavery walk into the store cause I need a few items the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins needa buy some food and some poo for my dreads cant remember why but I need a spool of thread Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer he asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter I dont have any change so Im steppin along and as Im walkin past he sings to me a song... Theres a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza...(repeat) The day is pickin up cause Im hummin his song the buses and the people all keep movin along to the shopkeeper I say wassup? and Im thinkin about the man whos holdin up the cup I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change should I give it to the mans the question in my brain Whats gonna happen if I give the man a dime? I dont wanna pay for anotha brothas wine Whats gonna happen if I give the man a quarter? will he find a dealer and try to place an order? whats gonna happen if I give the man a nickel will he buy some food or some pork thats been pickled? Im not responsible for the mans depression how can I find compassion in the midst of recession? How come all these questions keep messin with my head and I still cant rememba why I need a spool of thread. Hes starin in my eyes just as Im walkin past Im tryin to avoid him cause I know hes gonna ask me about the coinage that is in my pocket But I dont know if I should put it in his bucket walk right past him to think about it more back at the crib Im openin up the door a pocketful of change it dont mean alot to me my cup is half full but his is empty I put back on my cap and I start headin back I reach into my pocket and I have a heart attack well as Im diggin deep I scream oh no! theres nothin in the pocket but a great big hole While I was busy thinkin if he would buy smack the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks no one has the change and its messin up my head But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread! vimeo/39457760
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 21:24:11 +0000
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