Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. Sorry to bother you today. My name is
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Joe. And, um, I'm not on crack, I don't do drugs, I'm just trying to get
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something to eat. If you can give just a penny, a nickel..a dime, a
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quarter..anything will be greatly appreciated. Thank you for your time...
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and have a nice day.
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How do you do?
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I'm from the other side of town
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The place where the only skin you see is the color brown
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The sun never shines in this place where I live
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And it's hard to do right when you feel negative
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I have no compassion
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I only know agression
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And there is nothing great about this opression
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People I see on TV, in there towns live the good life
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But I live out of bounds
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Where nobody comes unless they're forced to come
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In school, they call me the bum from the slum
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But they don't know
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My sista has no food to eat
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And her hand-me-down shoes are too tight for her feet
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The way I see things, life isn't fair
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So I never learned how to share or to care
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But to hope - and hope
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Instead of feeling down
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And that's how it is
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On the other side of town
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I live on the other side of town
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Pardon me, brotha
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As you stand in your glory
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I hope you don't mind as I tell the whole story
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Some people livin life like fun in the sun
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But yo, others are givin strife, and that's all they know
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I feel no comfort in talks from the President
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So put back on Cosby
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A shack is my resident
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I think if I ever die, it might be a blessin
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Some say I never try, but why are they stressin
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I'll never get ahead; my raps have a better chance
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I'm livin on Wonder Bread with holes in my leather pants
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I'm not on the drug scene; they call me a crack head
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I just had a bugged dream that I was a black man
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Workin in the hospital
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Then in came in a half-dead rich bitch
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Yo, they must be insane
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You think I would save her?
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Yo, she wouldn't save me
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I asked for a quater once, and guess what she gave me
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A fuckin penny
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A ?quarter? costs half a mill
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If it's up to me, yo, she's pushin up dafodils
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In a casket
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Payback's a female dog
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Yo, send her ass to the morgue
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Then I woke up, and I sat with a frown
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Damn, I woke up
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But on the other side of town
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The other side of town
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My teacher's a fat man
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Yo, how can they tempt me so
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Fuck geometry, my stomach is empty, yo
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Can't you teach me to win this crazy game?
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You and I are in so many ways the same
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People tell me, but I don't believe that shit
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Why do you sell me a dream, then leave me spit?
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The truth is bare, and so is my cupboards, too
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I wonder what could even L. Ron Hubbard do
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Because my mind right now is on the brink of breakin
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Yo, look how I think
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I think I'll stick up the store with the Arab guy
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I'm sick of him anyway; his prices are too high
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Or maybe I'll start sellin Avon door-to-door
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Then pull a jammy, and make a bigger score
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Nah, maybe I'll start sellin dope for my cous
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Then I could drive the same car he does
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The life of a poor man
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Consider me desperate
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I sleep in a cold room
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And wish I could just get
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A piece of the pie
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Is that asking too much?
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I can't even reach what others have in their clutch
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I wish I could go on, but I have to end this
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And get back to livin a life that is winless
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There's no use swimmin, so I might as well drown
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In my sorrows
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Cause tomorrow's the other side of town
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The other side of town
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The other side of town
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The Other Side of Town
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| Master Ace |
