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May 2017
Yeah well
You're gonna have to look for it
This ain't Shakespeare
It's not proper
But it reacts quickly
And hard
Without style
Just effectiveness
The art is in the reality
Class rides up front
Life in the back
Except this is your stop
The driver stays
You get off
You play country club
We don't play
You use a cork
We take a shot
You sip
We gulp
You speak King's English
We speak the street
You'll understand
You'll know
The ******* is on your side
That's what God told me
It's true
He said you never could thread a needle
You always asked the maid to do it
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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