I was walkin’ down the street when out the corner of my...




I was walkin’ down the street when out the corner of my eye I saw a pretty little thing approaching me. She said, “I never seen a man who looked so all alone who could you use a little company. And if you pay the right price your evening will be nice or you can go and send me on my way.”

I said, “You’re such a sweet young thing, why you do this to yourself?”


She looked at me and this is what she said, “Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked. Money don’t grow on trees. I got bills to pay. I got mouths to feed. Ain’t nothing in this world for free. No I can’t slow down, I can’t hold back, though you know I wish I could. No there ain’t no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good.”

Not even 15 minutes later I’m still walkin’ down the street when I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight and then he swept up from behind. He put a gun up to my head. He made it clear he wasn’t lookin’ for a fight.

He said, “Give me all you got. I want your money not your life, but if you try to make a move I won’t think twice.”

I told him, “You can have my cash but first you know I gotta ask what made you want to live this kind of life?”

He said, “There ain’t no rest for the wicked. Money don’t grow on trees. I got bills to pay. I got mouths to feed. Ain’t nothing in this world for free. No I can’t slow down, I can’t hold back, though you know I wish I could. No there ain’t no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good.”

Well now a couple hours passed and I was sitting in my house the day was winding down and coming to an end. So I turned on TV and flipped it over to the news and what I saw I almost couldn’t comprehend.

I saw a preacher man in cuffs. He’d taken money from the church. He’d stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills but even still I can’t say much because I know we’re all the same. Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills.

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Published on August 25, 2012 20:31
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