Saw your ad at quarter to four
And a half hour later I was at your door
Just looking for one more high
Before the sun comes up and I say goodbye
Took a cab to your projects on 135th and 5th
Climbed over the bodies and trash and filth
That filled your halls and my soul
Don't know why I'm here, feel so old
You pass me a pipe and bic
It's amazing what I'll do for my dick
Gone to those places I swore I'd never go
Drawn in by the broads, booze and blow
Anything to escape myself
Anything to forget myself
Caught up in this man-made nightmare
Determined to never be clear
And that fucking sun came up again
And I'm still here stuck in the same
And it's all bullshit, I'm just afraid
Taking the cowards way is just so lame
Swear I won't be back as I stagger to the door
Throw what's left of my bag on the floor
Staggering out into that cruel daylight
And back home, just another night.
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Yes! That's the kind of revelation I've been wanting and waiting for, and so do other inquiring readers just as bored and in need of titillation as spectators.
If that doesn't tell you how far you've come nothing does.
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