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Call It What You Want
ive seen these men with stiff collared shirts so tight it made their faces red and eyes bulge like Fatty Arbuckles, as they drank hard liquors with ice from high balls in the smoky bars formerly of New York City

Ive heard them talk and cackle, work hard play hard, sports betting bullshit whats the vig? wheres the trendy place that will rest in peace tomorrow? limos on company tab; the girls, manikin doll acts, willing to risk nothing for the sake of nothing...

this citys changed, there is no denying, its gotten safer since the danger and it will never be as fun as I remember

I have watched it across the river for thirty years and more...my first memory: the skyline that place I knew I had to be, where Id dwell

NYC is the girl who keeps cheating on me, the girl I cant stay away from

and these men that make a killing day after day after day with stiff collars and degrees my mind wont allow me to attain

they carry on, faces in the sprawl, as commonplace as mine, we all hustle to make a buck

the killing men know the game because they smell the blood

i cant hunt nor play their game so well

i watch from a distance and wonder if anyone wonders anymore:

and how eventually all the creeps will get exposed

and then the real creepiness will begin in all the cities.