government check…

an’ you’re always worried ’bout money…makin’ a dollar stretch a few days…few hours…never ‘nough…never ‘nough…

stayin’ up till midnight to see that check drop-into your account…lookin’ at the cellphone every minute…a little gift that gets us through…whole thing gone…spent-on diners an’ bars up an’ down the streets through town…actin’ like a big shot…give a guy a buck or two if he asked you for it…they always ask you for it…

can’t save a dime…take these odd jobs throughout the month…money under the table for mowin’ yards…or…cleanin’ up sidewalks…get that money an’ it’s gone for you know it as well…six-packs of Old Style…cheap whiskey…cigarettes….

an’ we get kicked outta sleepin’ rooms all over the place…movin’ from one town to the other…never havin’ ‘nough to cover rent…a little here an’ a little there to landlords who’d give us some time to come up with it…we never come up with it…

daddy told me not to hook-up with you…told me you couldn’t pull your weight…best thing you ever did was get on the SSI…least then there was $735 a month we could count on…otherwise we’d be right back in the streets…back in the shelters sleepin’ in bedbug beds an’ blankets that never reached your toes…

they should’ve never took the kids away…shouldn’t have done that…I think Anthony and Darlene would’ve given you a purpose in life…some kind of initiative…hell…what do I know…jumpin’ from foster home to foster home…keepin’ ’em away from us…that’s for damn sure…

just gets so lonely out here in this town…so lonely when you’re broke…

the first has come an’ gone…come an’ gone…oh well…

hey…wake-up sleepyhead…

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