I was up on the roof / collecting pennies from my past / the phone ringing / as I went to see my agent / nice lady that she was / said the woman that was her client / was desperate for me / to “house sit” the nicest house on the street / but while the door was open / the wind stole my feet / it took me towards the meeting of the rivers / walking back from the viewing / the crews were tearing up the streets / the native kid slowed down on his bicycle / smiling and talking friendly / he was wearing a black bandanna / tight on his head / told me he was from the best gang on the block / it was only then that I realized / that I was glad I was in the poor side of town / then in the confluence of habits / an invitation was sent / I was urgently requested to attend / the next competition / where all the games are rigged / and all engines are stalled / but it was deemed that I was not successful enough / to keep vices . Azab
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