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think it was a Sunday, in January,
I be wrong and I guess it isn't necessary,
But I remember that the was made of snow,
And if you outside you better take your coat.
I have been 19 years old I had a cashier job at a convenience store,
Workin' the counter makin' dough,
discount smokes to the neighborhood folk.
I didn't pay thought to his ski mask,
Its man your face'll freeze fast,
But I bet that I looked sorta dumb when I first caught of his bright orange gun.
There I am adrenalin high and to decide how I feel about his right hand,
Is that damn-wait a minute, it is a flare gun,
And where he's aimin' it?
You ain't here to win the lottery,
So you obviously be robbin' me.
He his head so I opened up the till,
Grabbed the bag for the money 'cause I know the drill.
I handed him the cash and the stamps,
And he stood there lookin' all confused and I'm thinkin',
Yo why the ain't he movin'?
Come on white boy don't do somethin' stupid.
bag is worth maybe two thirty,
Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and me,
By now you be down the street,
you ever 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 ground and countin'?)
Before the ski mast even started noddin' I was on that,
(One one thousand, Two one thousand)
The front door beeped I heard him leave so I called my boss and the police,
Gotta close the and lock the doors because some trailer trash just robbed the store.
(Eh, I don't know, maybe 5'10? [What was he 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 ball of fire comes out. [Police laughes] What would you do if i pointed a flare gun at you?)
Everybody so suspicious,
I guess the gun story seemed fictitious,
Are you accusing me of embezzlement?
Don't you see my left adrenalin?
Bosses and can't be my friend.
Never felt to either again.
And to it real,
The irony set,
a year later when I got fired for stealin' cigarettes.
(Gotta light?)