Suburbs
Days Are Days
Theres No Stoping Them
People Walk And Talk Down
The Streets
They Are Bowned
To Meet One Way Or Another
Some Hide Behind False Cover
Some Like Myself Sit On Thier Roofs
And Act As If They Hover
Most Flant Thier Loot
And Then Give You The Boot
And Then You Think Shoot
What Did I Do?
Thats some ones cue
They play the piety card
And say they are forever scarred
But Every One Gets Up The Same
We're all to blame
But Equally Different
And Ment
For Greater Things
We Are The Same Species
But Arent Classified As So
It makes things flow
Day After Day
It Is All The Same
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