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Reed Lou |
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New York |
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Hold On |
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There's blacks with knives and whites with guns |
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fighting in Howard Beach |
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There's no such thing as human rights |
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when you walk the N.Y. streets |
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A cop was shot in the head by a 10 year old kid named Buddah in |
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Central Park last week |
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The fathers are lined up by |
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the coffins by the Statue of Bigotry |
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You better hold on something's happening here |
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You better hold on---meet you in Tompkins Square |
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The dopers sent a message to the cops last weekend |
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They shot him in the car where he sat |
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And Eleanor Bumpres and Michael Stewart must have appreciated that |
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There's a rampaging rage rising up like a plague of bloody vials |
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washing up on the beach |
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It'll take more than the Angels or Iron Mike Tyson |
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to heal this bloody breach |
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A junkie ran down a lady a pregnant dancer |
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she'll never dance but the baby was saved |
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He shot up some China White and noddet out at the wheel |
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and he doesn't even remember a thing |
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They shot that old lady |
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'cause they thought she was a witness |
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to a crime she didn't even see |
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Whose home is the home of the brave by the Statue of Bigotry |
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You got a black .38 and a gravity knife |
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You still have to ride the train |
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There's the smelly essence of N.Y. down there |
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but you ain't no Bernard Goetz |
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There's no Mafia lawyer |
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to fight in your corner |
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for that 15 minutes of fame |
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The have and the have nots are bleeding in the tub |
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That's New York's future not mine |
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Oh you better hold on---something's happening here. |
