In
the early years
In
the city where I took
The
fast lanes and the double speak
The
city slickers came
Even
the village pumpkins
Living
for a while would see
How
the rudiments work
They
would act and behave
They
adopted the ways
They
just wanted to blend in
In
the shadows of others
They
thought they would look great
Somehow
the bad ways
It
never would help anybody
The
marijuana, pills and beer
The
downward spills of lost dreams
I
had seen and observed
The
bad habits ruined many a good people
Down
to the last straw
The
dreams just died away
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