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Uptown Downtown 125th The heart of the underground The soul of the city Miss Latina Standing on the 6 With her back against the door And a baby on her hip Keyfood bag in the other Praying for her brother Old vet Sleeping under the coldest vent Begging for change For a world he Cannot change Boys on the 4 5 Selling candy Just to survive That woman on the F Who preaches the sermon In hopes that God himself Would save us from this mess
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
To Live Beneath
Uptown Downtown 125th The heart of the underground The soul of the city Miss Latina Standing on the 6 With her back against the door And a baby on her hip Keyfood bag in the other Praying for her brother Old vet Sleeping under the coldest vent Begging for change For a world he Cannot change Boys on the 4 5 Selling candy Just to survive That woman on the F Who preaches the sermon In hopes that God himself Would save us from this mess
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
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