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in the dark of night you maybe looking for a fight the streets are uneasy
one word to the wise one must never compromise to listen to twisted lies
was a D.J. junkie from back in the day spinning records blasting features
cosmic twister as an Alice Cooper going a bit super duper fresh none better
as light as a feather hearing none better don't call me late for dinner you sinner
no soon a winner playing all those slots this homeboy do think a lot
Winter is here again Oh Lord keep your eyes on the road your hands upon the wheel
peeps trying to get food stamps, cash assistance & S.S.I. getting tough out there
pulling up a chair for reason by which to care bowling for dollars down to the wire
make no mistake let's call it fate some youg G is working at the greasy spoon
Everyday new challenges are being met so don't forget the moral of its delemna
Society is blind you see so i devout myself to poetry to set me free
There's word on the street some folks giving me the creeps got bad vibrations
Spinning out records with the O'jay's, Smokey & The Temptations a host of graduation
got to stay on point with a fat joint pulling down the vapors with a brand new noise
but if you flirt with fire your going to be burning it up with its fullest desire
coming down to the wire you maybe a gun for hire or calling men a liar
