I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Watchin' the tide, roll away I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time I left my home in Georgia And I headed for the Frisco Bay 'Cause I've got nothin' to live for Looks like nothin's gonna come my way, so I'm just come sittin' on the dock of the bay

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I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets But these felonies be making life the hardest Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it... Older [people] I loved talked like they was above
Maintaining a timesheet, that's slow money Picked up the family business by the age of thirteen
Six years later was handed sentence

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“9 to 5, for service and devotion You would think that I Would deserve a fat promotion Want to move ahead But the boss won't seem to let me I swear sometimes that man is out to get me”

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