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Scowling Ian
I can't your face
You were a foul human
way on saint marks place
A white thug when we were pour
A struggling for one quarter more
In sixth grade what you'd mug me for
A blade pressed up to my jugular
So I for my next
Save streats few
My nerves grew recked the second avenue
I soon learned how to clear of a crook or a crew
And know I'm still
And so are you
Forever been crackhead Ian
It was your kid if we spoke it
You an insane human being
Whether you ever did or really smoke it
I'd know that tall thin overstroll
All sun and grimm since ten or twelve years old
I yesterday is gone
Faces still intend our
An I guess both our mom's places're still on rent
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 ever scarrier
come chase me from street fighter one or space harrier
Hello again, Ian
I still can't forget foul face
My fellow human
I know we're both still on saint-marks place
We've our pour lifes in close parallel
Within this four or five blocks we both so well
You must have grew up near the former theater or old hotel
I'm sure aware of me here
But oh I can't
It seems you outgrew your little greedy enrage
I see you look so mean though now we are middle-aged
I was used dropping year at you loughing to tell
About bashing some dude with a till he fell
I slipped fast by you talking fear in our eyes touch
Drifting past by new mornings it all changed so much
I've never known your 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 tiny of love or fortune
Goes lightning or thunder
a bad one crackhead Ian
A sad son and sun big
But of all the best seen downtown in our pre-team
It's just you and me left I
How long you notice
How long you shake my hand
How long untill we're old
tribe's man of the vanished plant
We never even did names
You were an evil kid the 80's
When we played these arcade
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...