Where are the bright colors
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The streets are empty hallways
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I'm breaking my neck
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In my spiral notebook
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I wanna flee the gunfire
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For the beaches of Nosy Be
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The reflections in the river
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Next time, fire
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Me, I grew up in the mess
Since then, water's flowed
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Fists in my pockets
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My brain's grinding
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My rhymes in the satchel
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This city's like a fruit
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And my ego seems to leak
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Through its smoking manholes
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I loop my bootlegs
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C'mon buddy, pass the bottle
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I loop my bootlegs
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And in this NYC city
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Sitting in the back of a taxi
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All these skyscrapers, a treetop forest
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All these lights to infinity
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Rise from threatening abysses
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Like billions of galaxies
A Midnight Baron drives me
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Toward this thickening night
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The chill of autopsy rooms
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The comfort of quiet suburbs
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A homeless guy pushing his cart
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The alleys of Little Italy
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A body beaten by the cops
A sleep that's cousin to death
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Suddenly bursts from my pen