You are calm, you are sane
You can retreat to your domain
Not me, my friend
I know a lot of things
But no idea where my head will rest tonight
You have a lover, she has a place
You can't decide where you'll make love at dawn
Not me, my friend
I have a room for the damsel I love
It's only in my heart and not a space
To consummate our affection
You have a mother, you have an address
A neighborhood that's familiar to you
Not me, my friend
My family changes like the weather
My community tomorrow is where the chase is paused
You have a job, you have a wallet
When you don't, you stand a chance
Not me, my friend
I make a career of running
Not on tracks if that's your thinking
But from the long arms of the City
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