asleep on my block, my cardboard box
central ave. where what your looking for was lost
or caught, by someone undeserving
murmuring about how the boy stopped his drumming
you see i lost all of my teeth so each
night i leave my cup out as i sleep up on them but hey,
the tooth fairy isn't coming. so you see
every second in time is second to life, i come first
but each time i beg it hurts, this condition
where people offer their two cents, but i say fuck their opinions
because 4 is better, and a quarter is magnificent
and dollars. holy shit kids, i cry to sit with it
die to spend one. try to let some into my next slum
from place to place, money is my only ethic.
albuquerque to new york to san francisco jersey and china.
empty desires feed for empty thoughts i could buy ya.

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