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Cold cuts in a back room,
Pool cue in a yard broom
An unshaved face with a twisted smile,
Shaved ice on a hot street
Cold shower in the summer heat
From a fire escape to the alleys beneath
You can hear the Puerto Ricans
Whistling through their teeth at Savage
Have you seen Savage?
Our Savage.
From a broken home,
To a Brooklyn pack.
He rolled out of the ghetto
Like a ball n’ jack, so savage.
Close knit in a night sky.
Rich kids with their wasted eyes.
Lyin’ in a club with a three-piece band.
Cold cuts in a back room
Pool cue in a yard broom
An unshaved face with a twisted smile
Said I ain’t seen Savage
For a long, long while.
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