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Will~n~Shar Jones


Last Updated: 4/5/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 43
Sign: Leo

City: RALEIGH
State: North Carolina
Country: US
Signup Date: 7/7/2007

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Friday, June 06, 2008 

Current mood:  grateful
Category: Blogging
(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...


There's a whole in the bucket
dear liza, dear Liza...
 There's a whole in the bucket
dear liza, dear Liza...

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 compassion in the midst of recession?

How come all these questions keep fuckin' with my head
And I still can't rememba why I need a spool of thread.

 There's a whole in the bucket
dear liza, dear Liza...
 There's a whole in the bucket
dear liza, dear Liza...

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 fuckin' up my head
But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!

 There's a whole in the bucket
dear liza, dear Liza...
 There's a whole in the bucket
dear liza, dear Liza...

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Home
By Spearhead
Release date: 1994-09-20
8:20 PM
 
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