They, they being the old men and slightly older women left
here, said that the only way off of the streets was on a slab, on trial, or on
your back.
Problem was, way I saw it, if I stuck around, I’d wind up on
drugs, on welfare, and/or on my back anyway.
So I worked hard, and that got me nowhere, despite what old
rich crackers keep spitting out on the ‘news’.
In the end I got really lucky, as I found out that, to avoid
those ons, I had to embrace another.
Coz I got out on stage.
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