yesterdays junkie is out there on the streets
beating macadam with his feet
intuned to the hustle cause its whatever it takes,
whatever it takes.
todays man is strong, rock heavy been through it all
where even alone is cool
cause he needs time to think things through,
time to think things through.
yesterdays junkie is broken, broke, breaking and entering
to achieve a slice of inner silence
cause dope sick screams for a taste,
screams for a taste
todays man is healthy spritually, physically and mentally
he smiles even in the face of the deep down ghetto blues,
cause thats the way its got to be,
the way its go to be .
yesterdays junkie has no friends except the cooker and the needle,
his friend his mother
his arm fucking lover is all in that bag,
all in that bag
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