“Cruel World”
One day I was walkin down the street, mindin my own business, then outta nowhere I saw a man dazed and confused stumblin on the side of the street in the Bronx. I came up to im’and there he was as stiff as a board.
I asked him “What the hell happened to you?”
He just looked at me and this is what he said,
“Oh lord, Ain’t no rest for the wicked, got me spendin money, threw it all to hell. But, I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed. And ain’t nothin in this world for free.”
Just a few hours later I was gettin outta the bank. Money in my pocket, filled with lovely dollar bills.
A strange man walks up to me demandin my money armed to the teeth. Man oh man what a buzz kill. The expression on his face said it all, “Give me all you’re money, if you make a move I won’t think twice!”
But I had ta ask...
“What made you want to live this kind of life?”
He took off his mask and this is what he said.
“Ain’t no rest for the wicked, money don’t grow on trees, I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed and Ain’t nothin in this world for free yo.” Scared and beggin for my life “Why me?” I says.
“Defensless makes a vulnerable victim”
“Keep yourself packed with heat, I don’t need to be discrete.” Just as I was bout’ to hand im the cash he took off without a sound!”
A couple hours later when the day was winding down and comin to an end. I’m sittin in my chair at home turned on the T.V still dazed n’ confused and what I saw I almost couldn’t comprehend.
You see, the governor lookin black n’ blue with his hands in cuffs with a coat over his head. Caught stashin his bag with righteous dollar bills... Doin so, made the people wonder why he seeks such unsatisfatory thrills. The reporter on scene kept ramblin about.
And at that time the governor’s just cleared out his bank account.
“Ain’t no rest for the wicked,
No money don’t grow on trees I’ve got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed and ain’t nothin in this world for free. No I can’t give up I can’t back down although you know I wish I could. No ain’t no rest for the wicked. Until we close our eyes for good...”
One day I was walkin down the street, mindin my own business, then outta nowhere I saw a man dazed and confused stumblin on the side of the street in the Bronx. I came up to im’and there he was as stiff as a board.
I asked him “What the hell happened to you?”
He just looked at me and this is what he said,
“Oh lord, Ain’t no rest for the wicked, got me spendin money, threw it all to hell. But, I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed. And ain’t nothin in this world for free.”
Just a few hours later I was gettin outta the bank. Money in my pocket, filled with lovely dollar bills.
A strange man walks up to me demandin my money armed to the teeth. Man oh man what a buzz kill. The expression on his face said it all, “Give me all you’re money, if you make a move I won’t think twice!”
But I had ta ask...
“What made you want to live this kind of life?”
He took off his mask and this is what he said.
“Ain’t no rest for the wicked, money don’t grow on trees, I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed and Ain’t nothin in this world for free yo.” Scared and beggin for my life “Why me?” I says.
“Defensless makes a vulnerable victim”
“Keep yourself packed with heat, I don’t need to be discrete.” Just as I was bout’ to hand im the cash he took off without a sound!”
A couple hours later when the day was winding down and comin to an end. I’m sittin in my chair at home turned on the T.V still dazed n’ confused and what I saw I almost couldn’t comprehend.
You see, the governor lookin black n’ blue with his hands in cuffs with a coat over his head. Caught stashin his bag with righteous dollar bills... Doin so, made the people wonder why he seeks such unsatisfatory thrills. The reporter on scene kept ramblin about.
And at that time the governor’s just cleared out his bank account.
“Ain’t no rest for the wicked,
No money don’t grow on trees I’ve got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed and ain’t nothin in this world for free. No I can’t give up I can’t back down although you know I wish I could. No ain’t no rest for the wicked. Until we close our eyes for good...”
