Iced
Music hits my soul, my
body moving
I am here drinking in the
stupor of grooving
So what if I am a
throwback
Only strength of mind
counts in the blowback
New York is the City of freedom
Do not be trapped by the
breeding minds without a condom
Fight the nihilism then
destroy the weak mind
Boredom of the lonely
heart is the ultimate unkind
I cannot move in this
closed world of the tense
No smiling faces just
grins of pretense
I have no home just a
place to live
Strength of mind, ironclad
self made soul to give
Brave women so rare to
find
Conditioned by weak men to
accept any kind
Frightened world of
flaccid music tones
Illuminates the dominating
trend of destructive overtones
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