(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
Mornings fresh oxygen cleanest
I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
Im already wake so Im not drinkin coffee
Dont wanna cigarrette, cause its 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
Cant 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 dont have any change so Im steppin along
And as Im walkin past he sings to me a song...
(chorus)
Theres a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear
Liza...(repeat)
The day is pickin up cause Im hummin his song
The buses and the people all keep movin along
To the shopkeeper I say wassup?
And Im thinkin about the man whos holdin up the cup
I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
Should I give it to the mans the question in my brain
Whats gonna happen if I give the man a dime?
I dont wanna pay for anotha brothas wine
Whats gonna happen if I give the man a quarter?
Will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
Whats gonna happen if I give the man a nickel
Will he buy some food or some pork thats been pickled?
Im not responsible for the mans depression
How can I find compassion in the midst of recession?
How come all these questions keep f***** with my head
And I still cant rememba why I need a spool of thread.
(chorus)
Hes starin in my eyes just as Im walkin past
Im tryin to avoid him cause I know hes gonna ask
Me about the coinage that is in my pocket
But I dont know if I should put it in his bucket
Walk right past him to think about it more
Back at the crib Im openin up the door
A pocketful of change it dont 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 Im diggin deep I scream oh no!
Theres 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 its f***** up my head
But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!
(chorus)
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
Mornings fresh oxygen cleanest
I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
Im already wake so Im not drinkin coffee
Dont wanna cigarrette, cause its 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
Cant 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 dont have any change so Im steppin along
And as Im walkin past he sings to me a song...
(chorus)
Theres a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear
Liza...(repeat)
The day is pickin up cause Im hummin his song
The buses and the people all keep movin along
To the shopkeeper I say wassup?
And Im thinkin about the man whos holdin up the cup
I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
Should I give it to the mans the question in my brain
Whats gonna happen if I give the man a dime?
I dont wanna pay for anotha brothas wine
Whats gonna happen if I give the man a quarter?
Will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
Whats gonna happen if I give the man a nickel
Will he buy some food or some pork thats been pickled?
Im not responsible for the mans depression
How can I find compassion in the midst of recession?
How come all these questions keep f***** with my head
And I still cant rememba why I need a spool of thread.
(chorus)
Hes starin in my eyes just as Im walkin past
Im tryin to avoid him cause I know hes gonna ask
Me about the coinage that is in my pocket
But I dont know if I should put it in his bucket
Walk right past him to think about it more
Back at the crib Im openin up the door
A pocketful of change it dont 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 Im diggin deep I scream oh no!
Theres 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 its f***** up my head
But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!
(chorus)