I walk out of the corner store and put the chocolate bar in my jacket,
And a pregnant lady looks at me,
With a child of her own soon to be,
I bet she wonders will her son roam the streets,
Late at night,
Even the thought gave her a fright,
I walked across the road to go sit on a bench to watch the cars go by in peace,
I sometimes do that when my friends are out of reach,
I watched the store close, the clerk finally free,
A moment later a middle aged man drove in with his white Toyota,
He was fiending for cigarettes, but the clerks shift was over,
He yelled let me in, come on, let me in,
But the clerk already counted the money in the till,
I then started to grin,
Because i got my chocolate bar, and he missed out on the cheapest cigarettes in town that were more important to him,