Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of dayI wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase awayPop the grate at the crack of dawn, singWhile I wipe down the awningHey ya'll good morningIce cold piragua! Parcha. China. Cherry. Strawberry. Just for today, I got mamey!Yo, piraguero, como estas?Como siempre, Senor .I am and you prob'ly never heard my nameReports of my fameAre greatly exaggeratedExacerbated by the fact that my syntaxIs highly complicated cuz I emigrated from the single greatest little place in the CaribbeanDominican RepublicI love it,Jesus, I'm jealous of itAnd beyond that,Ever since my folks passed on,I haven't gone backGoddamn, I gotta get on that(He sniffs the milk carton) Oh!The milk has gone bad, hold up just a secondWhy is everything in this fridge warm and tepid?I better step it up and fight the heatCuz I'm not making any profit if the coffee isn't light and sweet!Ooo-ooo!Abuela, my fridge broke. I've got cafe, but no con leche.Try my mother's old recipe: one can of condensed milk.Nice.Ay! Paciencia y fe!That was Abuela, she's not really my abuelaBut she practically raised meThis corner is her escuelaNow you're prob'ly thinkin"I'm up on shit's creekI never been north of 96th street"Well you must take the A trainEven farther than HarlemTo norther Manhattan and maintainGet off at 181st and take the escalatorI hope your writing this down I'm gonna test you laterI'm getting tested times are tough on this bodegaTwo months ago somebody bought Ortega'sOur neighborhood started packin up and pickin upAnd ever since the rents went upIt's gotten mad expensiveBut we live with just enoughIn the heightsI flip my lights and start my dayThere are fights(Girls) And endless debts(Boys) And bills to payIn the heightsI can't survive without cafeI serve cafeCuz tonight seems like a million years away!En Washington-Next up to bat, the RosariosThey run the cab companyThey struggle in the barrioSee, their daughter Nina's off at college, tuition is mad steepSo they can't sleepEverything they get is mad cheapGood morning, .Pan caliente, cafe con lechePut twenty dollars on today's lotteryOne ticket, that's itHey, a man's gotta dreamDon't mind him, he's all excitedCuz Nina just flew in at 3 AM last nightDon't look at me, this one's been cooking all week., come over for dinner/There's plenty to eatSo then Yesenia walk in the roomShe smells sex and cheap perfumeIt smells like one of those trees that you hang from the rear viewIt's trueShe screams, "Who's in there with you, Julio?"Grabs a bat and kicks in the doorHe's in bed with Jose from the liquor storeCARLA/No me diga and Carla from the salon./CARLAThanks, !Sonny, you're late. Chillax, you know you love me.Me and my cousin runnin just another dime a dozenMom-and-pop stop-and-shopAnd, oh my God, it's gotten too darn hot like my man Cole Porter saidPeople come through for a few cold waters and a lottery ticket, just a part of the routineEverybody's got a jobEverybody's got a dreamThey gossip as I sip my coffee and smirkThe first stop as people hop to workBust it-I'm like-1 dollar, 2 dollar, 1.50, 1.69I got itYou want a box of condoms what kind?That's two quartersTwo quarter waters. The New York TimesYou need a bag for that? The tax is addedOnce you get some practice at itYou do rapid mathematicsAutomaticallySellin maxipads and fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practicallyEverybody's stressed, yes, but they press through the messBounce checks and wonder what's nextIn the heightsI buy my coffee and I goSet my sightsOn only what I need to knowIn the heightsMoney is tightBut even soWhen the lights go down I blast my radioBENNYYou ain't got no skillsBenny!BENNYLemme get a-Milky Way Yeah, lemme also get a-Daily News And a-Post And most important my-Boss' second coffee, one cream 5 sugarsBENNYI'm the #1 earnerThe fastest learnerMy boss can't keep me
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