Thursday

West-side ”me, me, me’s” by SteffyPop


Pour some blood, on your knife
Liberate the soul
Reach the goal
Dance, create and enjoy your life

Get stuck between, two human bodies
Indicate affection
Use your connection
You play with people, instead of barbies

Moisturize your drunk - red dry skin
Powder it up
Hey you wzup?
Show off the freedom of yourself within

Steal a bike, take a ride with friends
Go to places
Clubs and spaces
Sell it on Mauer Park to someone else

Fuck a girl, smoke a joint
Free is all
Free to all
West-side reached the final point

Whatever dude, over there is black
Poor and hungry
High and angry
Enjoy before they kill you back…

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