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bum street | vape pen | the poetrix of N.O. | screens

-Bum Street-

Cowtown kids 
     with touring dreams
No life experience, 
     only fifteen
No jobs, no skills, 
     no money
Just one solution...

Visit Blockbuster Music, 
     steal some CDs
Sell em at Warehouse, 
     go buy some drinks.

It was sex, drugs and parties, 
     out on Bum Street
On a pathway to prison, we 
     little men in our teens
Doing nothing legal, details 
     not worth mentioning

Some of us died, not the ones
     who got clean
The living raise children
     for a future obscene.

We say stand up to teachers 
     and authority
Cause it was rebels who wrote We the people…
     then flipped off the king 
     by dumping the tea.
And became American gods, 
     their faces on money

Maybe we’re raising 
     revolutionaries
Who’ll champion autonomy - 
     in print and onscreen
Who will pick up our torches, 
    to go see the unseen

We say 
     Go make music and art and say fuck the police!

But I never listened to Dad, 
     and they won’t listen to me.
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