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A poem about living in Albuquerque.
When and where will this misery end? Cursed from the beginning and here I spit.
Nodding my head with acceptance, agreeing to your wrongs compared with my rights.
Wonder why who am I and I wonder why I’m disliked like no other guy. To put up with this I should be strung out.
I can’t take it, I’m on my way out. Where I’m off to and who will I see? How many more cities, one, two or three?
Taught by Justice and tough macho men, I laugh at you all. Waste of time you spend.
It simply quite easy, shoot yourselves in the head. Worthless you are, deserved now you’re dead.
I wonder why a city of pride, nobody listens and nobody cries?
All too smart, you know it all like your god. If I had your heart I’d hit you with my rod.
Angels come down and lift me from here, Lord I’ve cried and I hope you are near.
How many times shall I knock before you open? Till I’m dead in the streets and people are shovelin’?
I’ve done all that I could and ask for your blessing, crumble this town and I’m not messing around.
A city of hatred. A city of greed. A city of jealousy, no wonder why I need weed.
Oh well, I’d piss on their souls if hatred was in me, maybe I’ll join them, People to Envy.
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