Livin In The City
Slam blam glam, squeaky jam.
Ram, blam, slam, about a gram, sketchy scam.Police ma'am.
Make a livin to be dyin in the city.
Hand to hand, Wham bam, Super Cam, Euber damned. sticky jam.
Make a livin to be dyin in this giant, cold hard, here's my card,
ain't nothin but a glass shard, city.
What a pity, not lookin all too pretty, down to the nitty gritty.
Ain't a livin to be dyin in the city.
You're flyin blind, two steps behind, you're in a bind, no peace of mind, done lost your mind, it's a pity. in this daily grind. Make your livin to be dyin in this giant
city.
Glam, slam, scam, Superman, Stan The Man, sleazy Sam, Flim flam sham.
Ain't a livin to be dyin in this giant, hot shot, what sup,
great Scott, burnt up, city.
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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