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think it was a Sunday, in January,
I could be and I guess it isn't necessary,
But I remember the ground was made of snow,
And if you went outside you better take coat.
I have been 19 years old I had a cashier job at a convenience store,
Workin' the makin' minimum dough,
Sellin' smokes to the neighborhood folk.
I didn't pay thought to his ski mask,
Its Minnesota man your face'll fast,
But I bet I looked sorta dumb when I first caught sight of his bright orange gun.
There I am high and trying to decide how I feel about his right hand,
Is that a-god a minute, it is a flare gun,
And guess where aimin' it?
You probably ain't to win the lottery,
So you obviously gotta be me.
He nodded his so I opened up the till,
the paper bag for the money 'cause I know the drill.
I handed him the 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.
That bag is maybe two thirty,
Not for you to pull the trigger back and burn me,
By now you be down the street,
Ain't you ever see the way they do this on TV?
it was fun but it's done,
Now get out.
(Um, do you want me to get on the ground and countin'?)
the ski mast even started noddin' I was already on that,
(One one thousand, Two one thousand)
The front door beeped I heard him leave so I called my and the Richfield police,
Gotta close the shop and lock the doors because some trailer just 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 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 petty
Don't you see my left over
and cops can't be my friend.
Never loyalty to either again.
And to it real,
The irony set,
Until a year later when I got fired for cigarettes.
(Gotta light?)