Mr nothin
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Ain't got no sense no more
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Sick a this dyin ****

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I look up at god he look down
At New York City
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Yea right
I say

Not again

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Sick a these rich folk killin the poor

Ain't you?
...

Maybe not

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What good the perfect dream

If it don't come true?
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Sick a this dyin ****
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Gonna be a death song march and rattle

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We know

We know everything

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Me and the bag lady ridin easy

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****** on Lexington and 23 d street

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Mr nothin

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I thought we'd win

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God still looking down on New York City

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But knows

America is dead