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I'm in the birdhouse, I beat my wings against the window
I've got no time for competition or the pistilating limbo
I don't got no sympathy, no witness to the bible
I just paid my green fees for the pleasures of survival

This is the west side and the war game's played for real

down here

I ain't no actor I'm a poor man dressed for real

oh yeah

I'm in the crackhouse, got my rock upon the table
got no mind for conversation with the big man from the label
I don't catch no 9 to 5, no witness to the bible
I just hit the headlines and blew away my closest rival

This is the Watts, child, and war games played for real

down here

This is the jungle, and war games played for real

down here

I ain't no actor, I'm a poor man dressed for real

oh, oh yeah

all along that gold coast peep show
I see people, they get it on
hell, ride low
I'm a red sun setting down low over sugar bay, baby
Been took for granted
I command, my needs demanded
hand-in-hand took for granted
come way over, higher, higher

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