I help the neighborhood feel better

They all come in for different medicines, but I don’t sweat em

Here she comes, maybe five feet tall

But, to be frank, she isn’t small

She’s a regular, picks out the same chips

Maybe a sugary drink or something chocolate dipped

She tells me about her issues with diabetes

With everything on the counter, I wish she didn’t see me

She walks out while drinking a processed product

Who am I to correct her eating conduct? 

Here he comes, another regular with a smile

By this point, I know his vice as he’s in the liquor isle

He puts the same bottles from weeks past on the counter

I’m glad I’m not a counter because the number of bottles he’s rung up would make his boss a doubter

He has the exact change, we exchange small talk

He’s after that depressant drug found in a brown liquid or malt

Next, a couple comes in hoping for big money

They ask for the local lottery tickets and a magazine with something funny

They tell each other how they are gonna hit it big this time

But they’ve come in for months driving the same civic with rust and grime

With hopeful looks, they use coins to scratch the paper

No winners, the smiles fade as they say it doesn’t matter

I feed the addictions and vices of my community

Eating, alcohol and gambling from the corner store…What more do you want from me because I too have a family to feed