5 stories removed from the troubles on the street
the sun arose revealing goose bumps on your arms
A sign that we should move together somewhere warm.
We moved to the street where they tried to hold curfew
and ran among the debris as the bullets flew.
Helicopters circled overhead to get a better view
We found a doorway, fell in and I held you.
We didnt give a shit about what they would say
and stayed up until the light turned our world/eyes grey.
we caned our money like it was our last day
2 fingers up at those who wont miss us when we pass away.
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