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Scowling Ian
I can't your face
You a foul human being
way back on saint marks
A white thug when we were both
A life for one quarter more
In sixth that's what you'd mug me for
A switch pressed up to my jugular
So I for my next
Save streats few
My nerves grew recked near the second
I soon how to steer clear of a crook or a crew
And know I'm still
And so are you
you've been crackhead Ian
It was your kid nickname if we it
You were an insane being
you ever did or didn't really smoke it
I'd know that thin brand overstroll
All sun burned and grimm since ten or twelve old
I yesterday is gone
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 junior
No sight of face has ever been scarrier
You'd come chase me from fighter one or space harrier
Hello again, Ian
I can't forget your foul face
My human being
I know both still planted on saint-marks place
We've our pour lifes in close parallel
Within this four or blocks we both know so well
You must have grew up near the former theater or old groce
I'm sure you're of me here
But oh I tell
It seems you never your little greedy enrage
I still see you look so mean now we are middle-aged
I was used dropping last year at you loughing to
About bashing some with a chair till he fell
I fast by you talking fear in our eyes would touch
Drifting past by new mornings it all changed so much
I've never your live story sure it's rotten and though
But hoe long before these roles for us have gotten old
You must've had it so kid
I wonder
Forged by a portion of love or fortune
Goes or goes thunder
You're a bad one Ian
A sad son and sun big
But of all the best kids downtown in our pre-team
It's just you and me I think
How long till you
How untill you shake my hand
How untill we're old man-neighbours
Last tribe's man of the vanished
We even did exchange names
You were an evil kid from the
When we played arcade games
That made life grate in the
Me and Ian
Me and Ian
Ryding into the of an east-village dream with these games in the street and the head and...