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Aug 2012
i always say my neighborhood's got flavor
you say i give it too much credit

but what the **** do you know
about the puerto ricans across the street
who's little girls dance on plump legs
to music that vibrates their entire house

sure, you've seen the kingpin
that lives on our corner,
but you don't know that he plays
catch with his drug dealer's kids

and all those refugees
crowding up your corner store,
they're looking for an answer
just like you are,
but the difference is they've got
nothing to fall back on
because they're thousands of miles
from a friendly face and home

so when i tell you my neighborhood's got flavor
you should really say i don't give it credit enough
Quinn
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Quinn  Bremerton, WA
(Bremerton, WA)   
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   Joel M Frye
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