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Like some nicotined stained teeth or some black poured concrete or some black tarred feet. We all living on the street just waiting in line for some shelter or some peace. You see we are the middle men. I'm a middle man caught in between the teeth of the police and the thieves. You see I'm caught in between the teeth of the police and thieves trying to keep ahead of them people and their shotgun dreams. Like a jewel on fire. Like some black tarred feet rising walking on that not asphalt street. Trying to keep down below. Hide our heads from the shotgun soiunds of the police and thieves but I'm waiting in line. I got no time cause there's a limit of who can be saved. Jesus said there's a limit of who can be saved. Who in hell gave them a limit? Like a jewel on fire. Police man said move on. I got my stick that says move on into the night so move on. They've locked the doors so move on. We all chained to the streets trying to keep to our own line of defining kind. We are the middle men kind watching out for the nasty people between the jaws of the police and thieves. Watch out for the teeth.
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I can almost read your mind. I know what you feel inside. Anger's burning in your eyes. We all know what it means. Pseudo gang of mindless monkeys protectors of the unknown scene. You say you're strong. We know you're wrong. We've put up with you much too long. Keep in mind. We're always on your side. We're on your side. Hate is blind and hate can carry on and on. The more you hate we become more aware that what you stand for isn't fair. The accusations we've become more aware you're not the only one who cares. Power's not the issue here. It's time to conquer all our fears. Just put aside our foolish pride. Show me you can try. Let me be the catalyst. My heart is pounding in my head so loud that sometimes I forget what used to matter most to me.
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