payday
who knew the ministry center would turn into a day of jam session, wendy's spicey chicken sandwiches and a breakthrough with "L". the sounds of marley, caedman and dmb filled the room with some dispatch to boot. "R" loved it as he too played his tune as i tried to pick up. i felt at home today in the emmaus house. lonely but at home as only 3 guys came in today...
bone thugs "wake up, wake up, wake up it's the first of the month..." means a whole new thing to me as work gets slower and the zombies tend to fill the streets going up and coming down from that high.
'Cause it's the first of the month. And now I be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts, and sippin' on forty ounces, thuggin', come, come, we got the blunts and rum. From jumpin' all night, we high. Hit up the block to where? East 99. I get with my nigga to get me some ye-yo. Double up, nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'ded. Fiend for the green leaves. Give it up, it's the first for sure. Better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no
this is the life on the first of the month. the soup kitchens clear out, streets aren't as busy, action slows down in the shelters and speeds up in the SROs, for the po-pos and the down low's (men that live a gay lifestyle but are on the DL about it. this life of addiction takes its worst toll on the first (beginning) of the month. the temptation too much for many to bear. the sound, of just one more time and thats all you need, yeah, until you come down from that high. so many of the men i see everyday are in slavery. they cannot stop and it breaks my heart.
pray for the first of the month.
bone thugs "wake up, wake up, wake up it's the first of the month..." means a whole new thing to me as work gets slower and the zombies tend to fill the streets going up and coming down from that high.
'Cause it's the first of the month. And now I be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts, and sippin' on forty ounces, thuggin', come, come, we got the blunts and rum. From jumpin' all night, we high. Hit up the block to where? East 99. I get with my nigga to get me some ye-yo. Double up, nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'ded. Fiend for the green leaves. Give it up, it's the first for sure. Better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no
this is the life on the first of the month. the soup kitchens clear out, streets aren't as busy, action slows down in the shelters and speeds up in the SROs, for the po-pos and the down low's (men that live a gay lifestyle but are on the DL about it. this life of addiction takes its worst toll on the first (beginning) of the month. the temptation too much for many to bear. the sound, of just one more time and thats all you need, yeah, until you come down from that high. so many of the men i see everyday are in slavery. they cannot stop and it breaks my heart.
pray for the first of the month.
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