The protagonists smile and stand tall.
Everyone is me, and I them too.
The ones on the insid, and the ones calling names,
those with paid tongues, but most don't,
and I only wanna stand out to the old man between the flags.
Let him see my tie and suede loafers
As if they matttered.
'shoulda never gave you niggas money'...and I heard'em say...
A child still smiles.
Perhaps her laugh will frost us with grace.
Innocence is scarce in this place.
He opens up and talks choices. Reimbursements. Sensitivity for the English.
Check the money, Hail the queens income.
Rescuing from down under
Holding my receipt in case of defeat,
sitting sweet at my seat.
The learned of the law are left meek
for Here,
no absolution is complete.
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