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May 2011
Lots of blue women in these streets tonight
Lots of worries movin' but ain't seen
Went to Miami to find myself a honey
But all I did was spend alla' my money

I read a poem about a guy that needed a way out
He asked me what I thought but I don't no nothing about
What it means to walk right close to God's side
And ask if I can just get a quick free ride

Burned my tokens on a man that was jokin'
About a masked vigilante on the other side of Mississippi
Made a friend back deep in the depths of an Easy Coast city
Many that place knows how to get real down and busy

"Sister Mary!" He screamed in a beam of his reflecting Tambourine
A touch of a rose pedal wilting in a sunlight thats soon drifting
See that shift in the brick on those corner building sticks?
That's where my late cousin finally chose His personal pick

As I said the bread was warmer before you got here
Yeah you were a little late for the date that I made
Maybe next time listen to the sound of the round
You'll see that life don't care a single beat about your feats
Written by
Mitchell
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