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Meal-Bound Boy
La-da-da-da La-da-da-daLa-da-da-da-da-da (x3)Coming from his quickly parked car the big cop With the gun cocked behind his backWalked slow and steady towards the kid with the corn rowsWho his boy had caught and dropped up against his Crown RoyalThere are three other cop cars stoppedAbruptly blocking Kennedy AvenueTheir drivers, night sticks in hand, stand round That corn-rowed kidI drove on by, no I didn't want to take a bullet this timeI ran the red light, and not one cop looked(You are what you wearHow can I fix this place?)(Let me break it down for you)Was this going to be an informal executionLike South American police do every dayTake him behind a van in broad fucking daylightWhile pedestrians looked awayLetras de cancionesAfraid that they might be nextLa-da-da-da La-da-da-daLa-da-da-da-da-da (x3)Well the Wells Fargo wagon is a-comin down the streetOh please let it be for me
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