Alejandro A. Tavira
There's guys in the streets dealin',
Making a livin' chillin', from drugs that are killin'.
Don't you see what's going on?
Or are you too gone, from hittin' the bong?
While wishing for fame, it's all 'fun and games'
Until you lose your way,
and everyone who you thought was 'real'
forgets your name.
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