Cool, common kicks, cheap tricks and lunatics.
Girl, I have a better life for you,
but you refuse to see it through.
Sure, you come around from time to time,
asking me for a buck,
so I lend you some bread,
and your legs start to spread.
I turn around, and say,
"Baby, I wish you the best of luck."
She says, "What's wrong, man?
You just don't understand.
It's a fucked up life I live."
But I gave no more
to that silly whore,
'cause she done snorted everything I give.
I saw her later on that night;
she was working the corner around two...
pulling those tricks just to get her fix.
I says, "Girl, youse a god damn fool!
You know damn well you'll be sittin' in a cell
if you take one more hit tonight."
But she had her fun, and I knew she was done,
as I started to read her her rights.
"You have the right to remain silent..."
(I can't believe I'm doing this to a friend)
"You have the right to an attorney..."
(You know she's just gonna fuck up again)
"If you cannot afford an attorney..."
(Man, just look at her sob)
"One will be provided for you..."
(I'm sorry - I'm just doin' my job)

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