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Scowling Ian
I forget your face
You a foul human being
way back on marks place
A thug when we were both pour
A struggling for one quarter more
In sixth that's what you'd mug me for
A switch blade pressed up to my
So I for my next
streats were few
My grew recked near the second avenue
I soon learned how to steer of a crook or a crew
And know I'm still
And so are you
Forever you've crackhead Ian
It was your kid nickname if we it
You were an insane human
Whether you ever did or really smoke it
I'd that tall thin brand overstroll
All sun and grimm since ten or twelve years old
I guess yesterday is
Faces still intend our
An I guess both our mom's places're on rent controll
I was wick,small,sad,sag,punier guy
You was as big,tall and bad back in high
No sight of face has ever been scarrier
You'd come chase me from street fighter one or harrier
Hello again, Ian
I still can't your foul face
My fellow human
I know we're both still on saint-marks place
We've lived our pour lifes in close
Within this four or five blocks we know so well
You must have up near the former theater or old groce hotel
I'm sure you're aware of me
But oh I tell
It seems you outgrew your little greedy enrage
I still see you look so though now we are middle-aged
I was used dropping year at you loughing to tell
About bashing some dude with a chair he fell
I slipped by you talking fear in our eyes would touch
Drifting past by new mornings that it all changed so
I've never known your story sure it's rotten and though
But hoe before these roles for us have gotten old enough
You must've had it so kid
Well I
Forged by a portion of love or fortune
Goes lightning or goes
a bad one crackhead Ian
A sad son and sun big
But of all the best kids seen in our pre-team
just you and me left I think
How long you notice
How long you shake my hand
How long untill we're old
Last man of the vanished plant
We never even did exchange
You were an kid from the 80's
When we played arcade games
made life grate in the 80's
Me and Ian
Me and Ian
Ryding into the night of an east-village dream with these games in the street and the and...