If I shut my eyes, they kick me out.
It's policy and man you do not nod off at the library,

They watch for it and
They steadfast about it,
No sleeping, no exceptions, rule on a rule
And it's cold like a mother-you- know-what outside.

So I dab a tiny bit of vinegar

From the packet I stole from the food court
Right at the bottom of my eye lid
And the sting jolts me, wakes me up with hard tears,
And questions- like how did I get this far down.

See I been up for 24,
There is nothing part time about being poor,
It's a full time gig and I'm working ******* all the don'ts.

Don't sleep here, don't beg,
Don't **** in my toilet, don't pick through my trash,
Don't complain, don't bother me,
Don't forget God loves us all.
God don't. God hates the poor

Look I know. I'm responsible for me.
I get it.
So I eat a half sandwich I found on the street,
And work on my mind.
And I learn tricks.
Like a pin in my shoe,
The nip it takes, the bite on my heel,
Keeps me awake and warm,
In the library.

The first time I stole,
I was hungry.
Not starving yet but two days in,
And couldn't stop dreaming about
Peanut butter.

So I took a wallet left for a moment
On a store counter,
And I was small and eight years old,
So no one figured it was me.

There was 200 dollars in the wallet
All in twenties, so Mr. Bunch,
Must have visited his ATM,
Before his unplanned donation.

I wasn't brave enough to take the money,
And return the credit cards and driver's license,
Which I started to do later,
But this time I kept everything.

I learned quick that stealing,
Is not about a good plan,
It's about opportunity,
Seizing the moment kind of thing.

And so a purse forgotten on the seat,
Tips left too long under the side of a plate,
A man on a phone and an open brief case,
I kept my eyes open and mind focussed.


My biggest day is 9800 dollars.
3000 off a couple of tourists,
I almost quit for the day,
But a rich guy went to the washroom.

I have never been caught.
Guess it's cause I don't get greedy
And still live in the basement suite.
Life is a strange experience,yes-no?

I can't remember  who called me out
A hundred teens bopping or near there about
Everyone dancing,groping for ****,
Grinding and finding the ultimate mood,
Chaperones drinking *** under cover
Girl's nimble fingers, nubile new lovers
A loudmouth yelled out, Bill is a pain
He eats beans with spaghetti, he is insane
I said note my def moves you **** in a glass,
Slander beans once more and I ll kick your ***.

I thought I was flying in slim and sure
Coasting on air,
Sliding upwind smooth like a float plane,
Touching down on a lake of glass.
You saw disaster coming
And set the world on fire.
You were right.

Look, there are a million ways to say it

But I think love is a juicy
Run down the corners of your mouth,
Lick your lips raw,
Tastes like lemon, smells like lime,
Pucker up and slip me the tongue,
Kinda thing.

Sweet, sour, nobody gonna mind.
Be true.

You will never hear it from me
I have learned my lesson.
No need to sting me again.
Your secret is safe.
Not even a hammer could pound it out
I m good
Sort of.