This town's so hype it's got sould
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As a Philly cat
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I'm with the roll
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And the swing of my things
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How they work like clockwork
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Tick tock tick tock
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Times always lurking in your head
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Got to go to work and get fed
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That man didn't eat but he goes to sleep
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Gets up at dawn not to see the sunrise
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But because it's too damn cold outside
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Underneat the bridge they punp the city's bilge
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Into the alley they sweep the city's filth
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The flowers wilt the flowers wilt
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Don't tell me about no game
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Cause that is a man
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And his family
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Revolution family
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Look at the family
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Dig the family
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They're living the wrong way
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Can't get nothing
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Don't get nothing all they wanted was
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Something like a job - mercy mercy
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But its robbed - mercy mercy
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And there's so many street side
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Beggars and disabled veterans
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Glass-eyed and peddling
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Drunk and just meddling
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So you conclude it's their fault
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They like the street they must like the asphalt
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But that is man woman and children
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The system has stalled shelter's home
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That's not what I call it
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I call it bad health
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Some say help themselves
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Yo if you you gots it
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Every hundred people a dollar in change
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Every hundred people a dollar in change
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This ain't living
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This ain't living
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Oh no
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You know it's rough, had enough of holding a
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Cup full of spare change
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The doctor diagnosed me as a
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Dome full of bad brains
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So, toe to toe with employers
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Cause they're telling me no
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Hooked on prescription drugs
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So I stay broke, I'd run away
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But you can't run away from
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Yourself or your health so
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I deal with the cards that I'm dealt
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Tweet-a-leet-leet
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The morning bird sounding sweet
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Though I sleep on the streets
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I have a feeling I'm free
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From society's hand picked hypocrisy
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Mercy mercy don't give a damn for me
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Mercy mercy now what am I going to eat
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Peek through the windows of the restaurant
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People eating caviar fifty bucks on lunch
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A hand-me-down meal
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Full of god knows what
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Put it away in my gut
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Quick and then I wonder
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Why I'm sick, brick for brick
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I know the city like my hand print
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Just a pit in the gutter
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Of a skid-row ditch
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But I'll survive the pain
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Let me know I'm alive
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But I still feel that
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This ain't living
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Check my beat dig they rhythm
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Me belly full but me hungry so I fill it
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Once I start gaining taxes start taking
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Cause the governments perfected funk faking
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Breaking me down striking me down
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What goes around comes around but
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I keep rising seeing through the lies and
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The surprise comes when I see myself
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The music I felt
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I'm on
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This ain't living
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This ain't living
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Oh no
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This Ain't Living
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| G. Love & Special Sauce |
