66th Street

Hi, can I help you? [Verse 1] I think it was a Sunday, sometime in January I could be wrong and I guess it isn't necessary But I remember that the ground was made of snow And if you went outside, you better take your coat I must have been nineteen years old I had a cashier job at a convenience store Working the counter making minimum dough Selling discount smokes to the neighbourhood folk I didn't pay much thought to his ski mask It's Minnesota man, your face will freeze fast But I bet that I looked sorta dumb When I first caught sight of his bright orange gun There I am, adrenaline high and Tryin to decide how I feel about his right hand Is that a goddamn? Wait a minute It is a flare gun and guess where he's aiming it "You probably ain't here to win the lottery" ("nope") "So you obviously gotta be robbin me" He nodded his head so opened up the till And grabbed a paper bag for the money cause I know the drill I handed him the cash and the food stamps He just stood there looking all confused and I'm thinking "Yo, why the fuck ain't he movin?" C'mon crazy white boy, don't do somethin stupid That bag is worth maybe two-thirty Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and burn me By now you should be down the street Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on TV? Yeah it was fun but it's done, now get out "Ah, do you want me lay down on the ground and start countin crops?" Before the ski way even started noddin I was already on that, one one-thousand, two one-thousand The front door beeped, I heard him leave So I called my boss and the Richfield police Gotta close the shop and lock the doors Cause some trailer trash just robbed the store Slug: Uh.. I don’t know. Maybe 5”10? Officer: What was he wearing? Slug: Skinny, flannel shirt… a ski mask, yeah Officer: How much money? Slug: 230, maybe 250 dollars? Officer: You said that he robbed you with a flare gun? Slug: Yeah, yeah it was a flare gun Officer: like a.. a… Slug: Yeah it was a fucking flare gun Officer: Like when your car breaks down? Slug: Dog, it was a fucking flare gun… c’mon… Officers laughing Slug: Why you laughing, no body pointed a flare gun at you, motherfucker [Verse 2] Everybody acted so suspicious I guess the flare gun story seemed fictitious Are you accusing me of petty embezzlement? Don't you see my left over adrenaline? Bosses and cops can't be my friend Never felt loyalty to either again And to keep it real, the irony didn't set Until a year later when I got fired for stealing cigarettes