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I was a little bit suspicious of Jonny, at the moment. I believed that his parents got him the flat, but what about everything else. The DIY stuff. The rent money. Oh God, the rent was due.
Do you see the man with straggly hair. No money for food or change for fare. His nails are black and teeth are rotten, He knows more than you've forgotten.
He sits, an empty day ahead, Eyes so tired, a heavy heart. Some prayers, his thoughts within his head. Seems no one cares if this man were dead.
No way to live. Nor a way to die. Anything you give. Will seem like a lie. There is nowhere to flee. All they have are bags. No real cloths no money. They dress in the same old rags.
Hes been gone for 6 months now. Nothings the same around here. Weezy and lil' jaz came for me today... "hey yo silverz, come out here man." said weezy.
Why did it have to go this far, before I knew better. Momma thought I was underneath the sunshine. When I’m really underneath the umbrella. Locked up in a cage hiding from this harsh weather.
It all started the day bird was shot... He came for me around 11am on sunday, "hey yo silverz. Come out here man!" I knew it was bird his typical joker voice made me smile.
Rap, i have lived and breathed it for the last 3 years of my life. My block is in the hart of toronto, which also is my teratory, well me and my crew's.
The first thing he saw was the big red sign. As he strode quietly across the street, the hot asphalt singed his tiny pink paws.