Standing at this liquor storeWhiskey coming through my poresFeeling like I run this whole blockLotto tickets and cheap beerThat’s why you can catch me hereTryna scratch my way up to the topCause my job got me going nowhereSo I ain’t got a thing to loseTake me to a place where I don’t careThis is me and my liquor store bluesI’ll take one shot for my painOne drag for my sorrowGet messed up todayI’ll be okay tomorrowOne shot for my painOne drag for my sorrowGet messed up todayI’ll be okay tomorrowMe and my guitar tonightSinging to the city lightsTryna live on more than what I gotCause ’68 CitrusAin’t gonna pay the rent soI’ll be out here til they call the copsCause my job got me going nowhereSo I ain’t got a thing to loseTake me to a place where I don’t careThis is me and my liquor store bluesI’ll take one shot for my painOne drag for my sorrowGet messed up todayI’ll be okay tomorrowOne shot for my painOne drag for my sorrowGet messed up todayI’ll be okay tomorrow[Damian Marley:]Here comes Junior Gong, I’m flying high like supermanAnd thinking that I run the whole blockI don’t know if it’s just because pineapple kush between my jawsHas got me feeling like I’m on topFeeling like I woulda stand up to the copsAnd stand up to the big guys, because de whole lot a dem sapsAll de talk dem a talk and dem fly make no dropNuff ghetto youth cannot escape the trapGive me this one shot for my painOne drag for my sorrowGet messed up todayI’ll be okay tomorrowOne shot for my painOne drag for my sorrowGet messed up todayI’ll be okay tomorrow