| Woman please be gone
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| You've stayed here much too long
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| Don't you wish that you could cry
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| Don't you wish I would die
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| Seamy, seesaw kids
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| Childwoman on the skids
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| The dust will choke you blind
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| The lust will choke your mind
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| I kiss the floor, one kick no more
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| The pig and hose have set me free
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| I've tasted hate street's hanging tree
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| I've tasted hate street's hanging tree
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| I kiss the floor, one kick no more
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| The pig and hose have set me free
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| I've tasted hate street's hanging tree
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| I've tasted hate street's hanging tree
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| The inner city birthed me
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| The local pusher nursed me
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| Cousins make it on the street
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| They marry every trick they meet
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| A dime, a dollar they're all the same
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| When a man comes in to bust your game
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| The turn key comes, his face a grin
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| Locks the cell I'm in again
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| I kiss the floor, one kick no more
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| The pig and hose have set me free
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| I've tasted hate street's hanging tree
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| I've tasted hate street's hanging tree
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| I've tasted hate street's hanging tree
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| I've tasted hate street's hanging tree... |