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No Nobody
You may not recognize them, Those are just tears. You may not remember them, Those are just years. Neighborhood's wasted, Babylon's dears. Grammy's gone looking, Crackman's not heres. Back up plan dirtied, Brokens and smears. Don't nobody know you, Can't be more clears. Walking all gangsta, Dense back alleys nears Nobody's back there, Just hubcaps and queers. Vacant eyes glazing, Abandonment fears. Innuendoes and rumours, Publicity smears. Drugs done abundantly, No alcohols, no beers. End up in jail, Crack, chuckles, and jeers. End up dead, Parts found at Sears. End up exposed, Ignorants, no leers. Back up to college, Yo' white boy's peers. Actually writing a book, Nobody's fears.
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