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Prize Fight
Slick black streets
Finks on every corner
With eyes on prizes
Hands in the pockets
Of lushes
Bare money thrown
On pavements
Bloody
And creeping
Others know that
The hand and murking
Is lurking on every corner
Eyes on your gold ring
Eyes on your prize.
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