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Scowling Ian
I forget your face
You were a human being
way back on saint place
A white thug when we were both
A life for one quarter more
In sixth grade that's you'd mug me for
A switch pressed up to my jugular
So I feard for my
Save streats few
My nerves grew recked near the avenue
I soon learned how to steer clear of a or a crew
And know I'm still
And so are you
you've been crackhead Ian
It was kid nickname if we spoke it
You were an insane being
Whether you ever did or didn't really it
I'd know that thin brand overstroll
All sun burned and grimm since ten or twelve old
I guess yesterday is
still intend our souls
An I guess our mom's places're still on rent controll
I was wick,small,sad,sag,punier guy
You was as big,tall and bad in junior high
No sight of someone's face has been scarrier
You'd come chase me from street fighter one or space
again, crackhead Ian
I still can't forget foul face
My fellow being
I know we're both planted on saint-marks place
We've lived our pour lifes in parallel
Within this four or five blocks we both so well
You must grew up near the former theater or old groce hotel
I'm sure you're aware of me
But oh I can't
It seems you never outgrew your little greedy
I still see you look so though now we are middle-aged
I was used dropping last year at you loughing to
About bashing dude with a chair till he fell
I slipped fast by you fear in our eyes would touch
past by new mornings that it all changed so much
I've never known your live story sure it's rotten and
But hoe long before these roles for us gotten old enough
You must've had it so kid
I wonder
Forged by a tiny of love or fortune
lightning or goes thunder
You're a bad one Ian
A sad son and sun big
But of all the best kids seen in our pre-team
It's just you and me I think
How long till you
How long untill you my hand
How long untill old man-neighbours
Last tribe's man of the plant
We never did exchange names
You were an evil kid from the
When we played these games
That made grate in the 80's
Me and Ian
Me and Ian
Ryding into the night of an east-village dream with these in the street and the head and...