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old man steve
on the corner
check'n the
neighborhood
beat
the summer heat
in the city
is no joke
he keeps his eye out
play'n chess with Juan
see'n the con
on the corner
try'n to get over
he's smell'n
like a rose
now that he's older
5-0 aint look'n
at him anyhow
the city streets
are filled with
the stench of
the young
hookers around the way
ass out look'n for some
try'n to get paid
mrs martinez
was one in her day
but now she says
they call themselves
escorts
a report
of the game
2 moves til checkmate
they debate
the state of the nation
the inner city situation
breath'n in the night air
stare'n at young maria
as she passes~hurry'n home
smell'n like Sunday afternoon
and church bells
the innocent predicament
of the knocked up
boys and old men
want that stuff
its not enough
that she's seen her
mom work'n double shifts
and gett'n hit
we hear it all
behind these paper thin walls
this is on the real
the sweet city smell
philly steaks
gangs~~rapes
grandma's calzones
kids hold'n their own
old men on the corner
stooped on their thrones
play'n chess
ol man steve
makes his confession
' I knew it was come'n'
checkmate
the connection
to the beat, the inner city heat
it smells like home to me..
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