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"KENSINGTON" 
Written By: Billy Malloy
 I choose the path of the lonely, bitter and obsolete, I picked up survival techniques to make ends meet, I learned life lessons from emotions of death being beat, in more ways than one, then again in repeat, I wear long sleeves to keep the track marks discrete, I got cold so went to my homies for heat, I got hungry so I went to my girls to eat, running tricks in bando's, leaving the stench of sweety feet, finding tons of broken lives incomplete, wondering why I was effected with this fight, drugs got me addicted inflicted with fright, overwhelmed by a needle not concerned with a bite, caught in dark Allyways copping with no light, my future no longer looking to bright, presuming that all my wrongs were right, " I have no where to rest, " It" right there in plain sight, I'm losing so much weight, I got no strength, no might, all this for a little delight, just another day in a KENSINGTON night, stories of fiens, insides dissected, livers infected, hitting pipes, poisoned injected, running from loved ones rejected, constantly dejected, ill respected, guardian angels repented, lying and scheming skills I dented, a hard on erected, tricking perfected, Kensington is a battlefield the life I accepted, taking food stamps to poppy stores, purse snatching, ba'hando lights flashing, living in gore, empty bags, crushed needles, Kensington nights never a bore, shell casings and more, health & diet -piss poor, number of meals a week prolly four, life of the survivor of the fittest, hard to the core,  I saw, death, drug dealing, innocents took raw, breaking&entering,  the law, "johns be pimping" tricks be tricking" drunks be sipping"dopers be dipping"
Always some kinda come up plan, you got supply and demand, take your , sell it to your man, scam after scam, she hit the pipe, he ran, corners deeper than the ku Klux Klan, sell everything in grams, strong as a group, but alone they can't stand, it is what it is, to be dirty and low, live stops, whips being towed, train track lights no longer glow, there's no control, living under the el, lonely and cold,  got no picks, black and white, young or old, so remember Kensington will suck your blood and leave you with no soul, and truth be told, ppl struggling through the streets and rehab of all kinds, your dealing with monsters and demons and sick twisted minds, only to find, Kensington is a lifestyle that you must leave behind.........
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