| Section 8
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| But hall plush with piff and sour grape
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| Wet cough through thin wall
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| Keep me up late
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| The man in 3C is dying of cancer
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| Told me straight-up
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| I admire his candor
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| Sent him to his fate like Taliban commander
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| They sell death off my steps
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| Necromancers
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| Woodwinds play for the local Jo Jo Dancer’s
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| Woods in the wind
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| Plastic cups Seagrams & Fanta
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| Till police shut down the Party
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| Black Panthers
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| Retreat into the jungle
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| I watch through peepholes on the humble
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| Like I got points on the bundle
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| True self secret like Rumple/stiltskin keep it
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| Every man for himself when the long arm reaches
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| Cassette tape Nkrumah speeches
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| Face-creased
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| Streetcorner preacher screeches into loudspeaker
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| I can hear my neighbors fucking
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| Calling on jesus/Christ
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| Radiator cold as ice but outside
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| The heat stay on like pilot light
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| They grew strong outta spite
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| (Elucid)
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| Modest brownstone sad ghost in the hallway
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| I’m doing the right thing all the wrong ways
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| More haze crushed as the song fade
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| Breaking dawn
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| Im plotting on long range
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| Change came
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| Broke niggas
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| Affording pain
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| Lean protein stashed in parka pocket
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| Fishers market
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| Down a couple on the humble kept his boots polished
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| Full time college
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| Loan mileage
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| Still vibrant
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| 5 bill black barrel jerk chicken down on prospect
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| Hogs breath
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| Red and blue
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| 6 pointed stars and suwoos
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| Crude jewels
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| Can’t tell who’s who
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| Platoon move
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| I’m thru and thru
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| Acrid fumes
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| Blunts pipes and burnt spoons
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| Aunties uncles cousins thrice removed
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| For whom the bell dings
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| 12 string guitar gently weeps
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| Supreme kings
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| Wayward out outta reach
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| Black jesus on the main line
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| Give a ring tell him what u need
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| Seed crackle brown tree steams
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| Fiends vanish scene when that caprice sweep
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| Indeed indeed
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| I can hear my neighbors fucking
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| Calling on jesus christ
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| Radiator cold as ice but outside
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| The heat stay on like pilot light
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| They grew strong outta spite
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| Shunned the beast and kept the old ways like Mennonites |