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THE WHOLE WORLD IN ONE NEIGHBORHOOD
Where do you live?
Between the miser,
the liar,and the
politician's smile.
Where do you live?
Two houses down
from the anorexic girl,
and the overweight,middle
aged thief,with the
habits of a whore.
The whole world in one
neighborhood,and I'm
going door to door.
I can sense your killer,
in shadows on the road.
The sun's a streetlight
shining through the trees...
On a long walk home.
Where I reside?
Next to the preacher,
and his overphobic wife,
afraid of life.
Where do I stay?
Next to the spoiled child,
the one abused,the pedophile,
they hide the truth,
when they close the blinds.
The artist hangs with
sycophant.The martyr loves
the rapist.The junkie
fucks the dealer and...
Cowards clique with racists.
We share the sky,
with the sickest of our kind,
yet the most beautiful of minds.
Who do you choose to be???
That's not just your air
that you breath.Next to the
thief,with the habits of a whore.
The whole world in one neighborhood,
and I'm going door to door.
I can see the teacher selling
hope out on the road.
The sun's a streetlight
shining through the trees...
On a long walk home.
Between the miser,
the liar,and the
politician's smile.
Where do you live?
Two houses down
from the anorexic girl,
and the overweight,middle
aged thief,with the
habits of a whore.
The whole world in one
neighborhood,and I'm
going door to door.
I can sense your killer,
in shadows on the road.
The sun's a streetlight
shining through the trees...
On a long walk home.
Where I reside?
Next to the preacher,
and his overphobic wife,
afraid of life.
Where do I stay?
Next to the spoiled child,
the one abused,the pedophile,
they hide the truth,
when they close the blinds.
The artist hangs with
sycophant.The martyr loves
the rapist.The junkie
fucks the dealer and...
Cowards clique with racists.
We share the sky,
with the sickest of our kind,
yet the most beautiful of minds.
Who do you choose to be???
That's not just your air
that you breath.Next to the
thief,with the habits of a whore.
The whole world in one neighborhood,
and I'm going door to door.
I can see the teacher selling
hope out on the road.
The sun's a streetlight
shining through the trees...
On a long walk home.
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