He stands on the corner
Waiting to turn informer
Raining, he stands with his hood up
The police he's waiting for are corrupt
He doesn't know
He thinks it's a show
For his boss
Soon he won't have teeth to floss
He jumps in back
It's so dark it's black
His boss turns to greet him
He wasn't suppose to be at this meeting
He knows he dead
He try's to flea instead
They catch him up at the next corner
He never made it to informer.
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