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Peddler..

So, who will mail black me? I stand still..
You'll never see me rusting am stainless steel.. �
Every ghetto streets they know me I pay my dues.. �
Teds and Bundys dread meeting me, �
I stand on my knees.. �
Buffalo buffalo bill I post no bills.. �
Colony colony I ride on my wheels.. �
Junkies beg to know me I roam all streets.. �
Flunkies walk up to meet me, hot on my heels.. �
Am not a lazy bone I don't feed on debris.. �
In this business of self destruction I got many deals.. �
Peddling junkies with pills I got no heal.. �
These series of misfortunes doesn't seem to be real.. �
Am I the merchant of this fortune?
This is surreal.. �
This is the only brand new me I got my seal.. �
Little baby when am no more you can read in my will.. �
Every junkie pleases to see me across the streets.. �
Smugglers line up before me to pay them bills.. �
Every flunky rush to shake me as I walk.. �
Commandeered chain of commandos
I know every link.. �
All the thugs rise up to greet me, this is me they feel.. �
Once upon a time a China I got many skills.. �
Come! Run! Squat before me, I appeal with no pills.. �
The police cannot drill me, I just know so many leads.. �
Toms, Dicks and Harrys fear me, I stand on my knees.. �
All these papers you saw me reading �
I love stories.. �
By chance you want to test me I sting like bees.. �
Nobody seems to stop me in my colony..