Daniel Cook

Rookie (9-14-88 / San Diego California)

Blues - Poem by Daniel Cook

(i) got no windoows and got one door but baby have no fear
(i) got no windoows and got one door but baby have no fear
but the jail is theres, yeah said the jail is theres
Got no car, yeah no money, not a key to my door
Got no car, yeah no money, not a key to my door
but there the ones are poor, yeah they are poor
got no friends and no family no girl to call my own
got no friends and no family no girl to make me moan
there the ones alone yeah said they're alone

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 21, 2008



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