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don't know if I miss
the money or the job
maybe I miss them both
still it feels as though
I've been robbed
feeling like a child
told I can't go out
leaving out masked
like I'm about to
stickup a stagecoach
or rob a train like
Jesse James
all dressed up
no where to go
except to the
grocery store to
buy some more
rations essential
to my needs
rushing back
out of breath hoping
I can still breathe
it's like hell and back
trying to keep up
so bills don't stack
hustling to feed a pack
if you don't mind
eaten noodles
I got a pack
