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A Street Conversation
Yesterday on the cornerI was speaking to my bro.Laughing and talkingHow far we’d both go.
Now I’m standingAcross from his houseWatching the policeLook for clues.
It was such a simple fightOver a few dollar.Never thought For a twenty I’dTake his life.
So listen young onesGet on to school.Living on the streetsIs for drunk,Friendless fools like me.
Now I’m standingAcross from his houseWatching the policeLook for clues.
It was such a simple fightOver a few dollar.Never thought For a twenty I’dTake his life.
So listen young onesGet on to school.Living on the streetsIs for drunk,Friendless fools like me.
Published 10th Mar 2014
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