pounding streets of chaos hansel and grettle
dropping post tash she O's
wearing six t shirts and a hood and still cold
following mecca desert roads
childern are bold
strap wit taliban bombs waiting to ex p load
in exile like m walking eight mile holding
a vision honestly marie and me kissing told
yeah solid gold
dancers
answers
soul train lines
living out a bucket and a trash bag
conditioning user's mines
being tested is fine
but when you steal from me
prepare to face grim reality
sand is gritty and all us homeless people are needy
but it's time to settle up
grinch in the do rag is greedy
can't show people like judas pitty
leaving enemy in cleveland's sin city
on the next italian grey hound what town any
letting her pick where we plant our bed
of roses and

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