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• Written by Sarafina
My city is a corroded death row
On a crack side walk, ima folded dead rose
Im from a small town in a revolted ghetto
Awoken at night by emoted echoes
In the cut things are kept low
Cats steal to get clothes
Groundhogs drop demos to make cream
But life aint what it may seem
Where politicians when they scream
Same fiends got addicted to A-Team
Youths don't see age eighteen
The weak crumble like pastries
Track girls join the train team
Too many folks lost in day dreams
Cuz it dont get no better
When you try hard to get ya cheddar
And your whole life is a setup
Spent stormy days under a umbrella
What ever, peeps change thats the weather
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Sarafina
Member since March 24 2014