Candyass

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It’s only come down to one thing at all
It’s ugly and pretty like New York in the fall
 
In the city you can shoot up dope
In the city you can fire hope 
In your vein.
 
Some Fols like the fresh air on the farm
And some folks like a good load in the arm
 
In the city you can score some dope
In the city you can store some hope
Or go insane either way.
 
Shooting up dope
Loading up hope
If you can’t cope
Keep away from a rope.
 
In the city you can take a ride
In the city you can postpone suicide
With a rig.
 
Your Mom knows you’re a junkie, so damn what?
She doesn’t know this great thing that you’ve got
In the city you could well OD
In the city that just sets you free
This you know. 
 
 
 
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