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The ultra silk fluidity, almost mechanically, the force and ferocity, of a left from Joe Frazier

Whats crazier, than getting in the way of that, black? Waiting for the traffic to make a noise

Him and his boys, they packing them toys, under the bridge of the traintrack, get right back

Into the cold of the longsight night, in and out before the police got there, it aint fair

What is when slugs hit kids and epitaphs try to teguess the story may as well be Jackanory

The night had a million stories, war stories, outlaw stories, whats more is, it was all too real

As I walked on by It was all I could do not to cry, as I sipped my beer it all became clear

Then it went foggy and black and next i knew i was back on my block

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