(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
Morning's fresh oxygen cleanest
I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
I'm already wake so i'm not drinkin' coffee
Don't wanna cigarrette, 'cause it's 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
Can't 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 don't have any change so i'm steppin' along
And as i'm walkin' past he sings to me a song...
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There's a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear
Liza...(repeat)
The day is pickin' up cause i'm hummin' his song
The buses and the people all keep movin' along
To the shopkeeper i say "was'sup?"
And i'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup
I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
Should i give it to the man's the question in my brain
What's gonna happen if i give the man a dime?
I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wine
What's gonna happen if i give the man a quarter?
Will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
What's gonna happen if i give the man a nickel
Will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?
I'm not responsible for the man's depression
How can i find compa**ion in the midst of recession?
How come all these questions keep f**in' with my head
And i still can't rememba why i need a spool of thread.
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He's starin' in my eyes just as i'm walkin' past
I'm tryin to avoid him cause i know he's gonna ask
Me about the coinage that is in my pocket
But i don't know if i should put it in his bucket
Walk right past him to think about it more
Back at the crib i'm openin' up the door
A pocketful of change it don't 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 i'm diggin' deep i scream "oh no!"
There's 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 it's f**in' up my head
But now i no the reason why i had to buy the thread!
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