What a Town
Down here in this little country
Town
Everybody friendly
No, I don’t think so
On the corner of vine and north
Sit’s a crack head
Asking for spare change
To buy some food
When they spot clear out, I
Think he forgets
Or the store ran off and said
That is bad for his business
Go away..
For he is here at Fred’s asking
For the same
Can you spare a dollar if not a
Quarter
I’m hunger ma am
Do you have a dime
Did I see you a minute ago
No ma am I’d been here all
Day
Did I see you cross town on
Leila Street,
No, ma am I’d been here all
Day
Okay
You buy food with this extra
Dollar,
Yes, ma am I will
He had to forget cause he
Was a she,
And she bend over her balled
Up money fail on the ground
My impression was “Oh My
God”
Her bank roll is larger than
Mind..
Hey, Carla give me my 2 dollars
Back,
The 1 I gave you on vine and
North,
And the 1 I just handed to you
Here
I think I will move to another town
She said
Cause these old country tight people
Is stuck up as all get out..
There is no moral to this story
If you come upon a crack head
Just be aware this maybe their
Job
He/she plays
To steal and cheat, scam and play
Many tricks
Just to get a dollar
While the player is getting everybody
Money..
And driving a brand new Tahoe and
You are in a bat mobile
Laugh
Trying to be cool
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