Fucked Up & Vine

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by: Phillip Rosenberg
uploaded: 02/04/2015
©2015 philllip rosenberg

I was standing on the corner of Fucked up and Vine
Had a pocketful of shrooms and an expanding mind
policeman stops, says What you doin' here?
I say I been wonderin that for years 
"Dont get existential on me" says the cop 
Sartre ain't nothin', philosophical rot
He emptied my pockets my pride and my shoes
Found one hit o coke, some smoke and my shrooms

Got a free ride downtown to the station house
I was printed and mugged, de-clothed and deloused
Thrown in the tank with murderers and thieves
Criminal minds just like me
Youre a blight on the land says the all-mighty judge
Youre the bottom of the barrel, the dreggs and the sludge
I see plenty like you rollin round in the muck 
One year for possession, good riddance, good luck.


If you want to see possession, Ill tell you what you do
Just take you a walk up on Park Avenue  
As long as Im in possession of whats left of my mind
Youll find me down at Fucked up and Vine
See ya around&.
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