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hip hop in midlife’s backdrop

i was born in the gutter i was raised in the gutter
this is a song of savage, a song from drainage
a sewerage, blooper, brother, vagabondage
life was a bummer in the indian border
the schools i grew up learning the cussing for everything
and grass was greener in the school playground
empty the baccy, crush the grass, fill the bong
and sing the song for the bong all along
i see the greens every time i get up for work every day
it was hard: life played its card when i rot in a house of graveyard
cannabis-filled courtyard, junk-laced gates by a pond of booze
it was all blues and i had no clues and i walked with no shoes

the thief sues the robber, the robber the killer, the killer the master
the thief sues the police and peace has left us a long time ago
the priest is preaching for peace the police is preaching for peace
the priest is preaching for peace
everybody is pleading for peace
but peace has left us a long time ago
peace has left us a long, long time ago, a long time ago
life hangs by the highe…

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