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The Icepick

This city, man...

This city one BIG icepick, ya here?

Been walkin' round these streets,

trippin' these glass sheets of ice

the past SIX blocks,

********* man?

not a single cab picks a fool up round here...

Where those bustlin' business men go, huh?

Where that friction now?

What bout those tan-legged,

princess barbies?

their DOGS in their purses,

their cellular phones chatterin' n' ****

Where those ****** run off at?

They hot at the ***** bars now or somethin'?

HUH?

You know wha man?

**** that.

I walk this way every SINLGE morning,

twenty blocks UP,

twenty blocks the other way...

I'm walkin',

******

and those buses and cars WAILIN' they horns,

WAILIN',

SHOUTIN' each other

the SECOND the sun starts shinin',

SHOOTIN' heat each other till' darkest of **** night...

That's what I wanna know...

Where those ***********

RIGHT NOW.

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Published
Aug 2, 2010
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