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it’s still brick
everywhere in the City
especially Downtown
I wrap the next mula
for my pocket
and catch NYC whip
I stop in the Burg
inside your bodega
I listen to myself for
the first time from the box
this bop electrifies my brolic
while I sip hot Regular Coffee
still waiting for your yerrr
what’s happening at FiDi
fuhgeddaboutdit
I schlep no fronting
cuz my B is always
your word again
that’s deadass
the shunts
dissenting
minorities
and deep
conflicts out
of camera range
I twxt the worlds
from Alphabet City
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