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Officer, I’m here to turn myself in 
"What did you do? Start at the beginning."
I didn’t do anything, 
Negligence is my sin 
I was walking the street with my friend 
We saw young men lurking around, 
Playing music 
"That’s not a crime, did they have weapons,
Did they use them?"
No, the problem was a real young girl 
Under the influence 
If anything happened to her, 
It’s the men’s fault, 
Not the liquor or her abuse of it.
I’m so ashamed, 
To have seen her and look away 
Like a short while ago I wasn’t in her place
So please, take me in and throw away the key 
I won’t dispute any thing or try to bargain for a plea 
New Yorkers say we’re from NYC 
We’ve seen everything 
As if it absolves us of responsibility 
We tell ourselves it don’t got nothing to do with me 
But with the molester, the rapist, the abuser, 
Bystanders are just as guilty 
Tell me how we’re in the city of no sleep 
But no one saw anything 
Or was it simpler to turn a cheek? 
I hold myself accountable, 
But know some just as liable 
Although they’d never admit their role 
Because they live in denial 
And when they’re trying to find perps, 
To me they’re easily identifiable 
They’re the mutes who walk by, 
Citizens who are unreliable

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