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think it was a Sunday, in January,
I be wrong and I guess it isn't necessary,
But I that the ground was made of snow,
And if you went outside you better take coat.
I must been 19 years old I had a cashier job at a convenience store,
Workin' the counter makin' dough,
Sellin' smokes to the neighborhood folk.
I didn't pay much to his ski mask,
Its Minnesota man your freeze fast,
But I bet that I looked sorta dumb when I caught sight of his bright orange gun.
There I am adrenalin and trying to decide how I feel about his right hand,
Is that a-god damn-wait a minute, it is a gun,
And guess where aimin' it?
You ain't here to win the lottery,
So you obviously gotta be me.
He nodded his head so I up the till,
Grabbed the paper bag for the 'cause I know the drill.
I him the cash and the food stamps,
And he just stood lookin' all confused and I'm thinkin',
Yo why the fuck ain't he
Come on crazy white boy don't do stupid.
bag is worth maybe two thirty,
Not enough for you to the trigger back and burn me,
By now you should be the street,
Ain't you see the way they do this shit on TV?
Yeah it was fun but done,
Now get out.
(Um, do you want me to get on the and start countin'?)
Before the ski mast even started I was already on that,
(One one thousand, Two one thousand)
The front beeped I heard him leave so I called my boss and the Richfield police,
Gotta close the shop and lock the doors because some trailer trash robbed the store.
(Eh, I don't know, maybe 5'10? [What was he wearing?] Skinny, flannel shirt, ski mask, [how much money?] two hundred thirty, maybe two fifty? [he threatened you with a flare gun?] yeah a flare gun [a flare gun?] yeah like a fuckin' flare gun. a of fire comes out. [Police laughes] What would you do if i pointed a flare gun at you?)
acted so suspicious,
I guess the flare gun story fictitious,
Are you accusing me of petty
Don't you see my over adrenalin?
Bosses and cops be my friend.
Never felt loyalty to again.
And to it real,
The didn't set,
a year later when I got fired for stealin' cigarettes.
(Gotta light?)