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Scowling Ian
I can't forget your
You were a foul being
way back on saint marks
A white thug when we were pour
A struggling for one quarter more
In grade that's what you'd mug me for
A switch blade pressed up to my
So I feard for my
streats were few
My nerves grew recked 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 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 tall thin brand
All sun burned and grimm since ten or twelve old
I guess is gone
Faces still our souls
An I guess both our 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 face has ever been scarrier
You'd come chase me from street fighter one or harrier
Hello again, Ian
I still can't forget foul face
My fellow human
I know we're both still planted on saint-marks
We've lived our lifes in close parallel
this four or five blocks we both know so well
You must grew up near the former theater or old groce hotel
I'm sure you're of me here
But oh I tell
It you never outgrew your little greedy enrage
I see you look so mean though now we are middle-aged
I was used dropping last year at you loughing to
About bashing some dude with a chair till he
I slipped fast by you talking fear in our would touch
past by new mornings that it all changed so much
I've never known your live story it's rotten and though
But hoe long before these roles for us have gotten old
You must've had it so kid
Well I
Forged by a tiny of love or fortune
Goes lightning or 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 you and me left I think
How long till you
How long untill you shake my
How untill we're old man-neighbours
Last tribe's man of the plant
We never even did names
You were an evil kid the 80's
When we these arcade games
That made life grate in the
Me and Ian
Me and Ian
Ryding into the night of an east-village dream with these games in the street and the and...