i saw spires, growing up
without wires, asleep in the adobe
heard screaming tires, waking up
my neck was hot like the block
of a south sider, tell jesse
oh yes, i am somebody
classic shit, we still trying to
make it better, that particular feeling
you get when the bullet go
through a pig's sweater,
the privilege of the unfettered
primal anomalies, they laugh
but is it funny? is it money
that changes a man, or the friends
he thought he had? more broken
more stolen, more given
they see blood spillin,
gold is flowing, bypass
heart of the city, no sewing
only way is to suffer,
the battle, i think that's knowing.
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