| Walking these lost blocks
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| Littered with bored cops
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| After the storm
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| All whores
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| Readjust teeth to adorn cock
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| Twenty five a pop
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| Coarse hands
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| Chipped polish
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| Do me a solid
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| Please don’t pass it if it ain’t exotic
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| I do thee admonish
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| Eyes onyx wide with promise
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| Stepping careful, the floor’s rotted
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| Heaven’s stairwell
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| Scent of urine lingers
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| Number one rap single
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| What a humdinger
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| Sim simma
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| Elevated train sways
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| Rolling tremor
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| They say my wave’s different
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| No man’s safe from the tempest
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| Hang ten bitch
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| Me now wary as the hour beckons
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| Born alone die alone
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| I don’t call to check in
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| Precious metal squeezer
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| Half-hearted believer
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| Plugging the clogged arteries of Medina
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| Prepare a table for me in the presence of enemies
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| Redeye flight to Tel Aviv
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| Feta cheese
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| Olive plates
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| Dirty grapes
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| Ornate plates and glass
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| My black ass here out on Sutter Ave
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| Film the police
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| Fuck a name catch his badge’s digits
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| As they approach me in the park doing calisthenics
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| I answer Jake’s question when my set’s finished
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| Today I wrote nothing
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| Stared at the page blunted
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| Light drizzled out crooked windows
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| Sky, color of an old pistol
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| Alternate side parking
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| I didn’t leave the apartment
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| Sent the neighbor’s kid to the corner for parchments
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| Came back streaked with rain
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| Keep the change
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| Secure top and bottom lock
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| Probably won’t stop till he hit bottom rock
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| The best laid plans of mice and men
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| Hat in hand is how they often end
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| Often unfinished manuscripts
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| Rhyme books in a rubbish tin
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| Tray thick with twice lit clips
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| Today I wrote nothing |