Buddy Bee Anthony - X'ed Men

Such an angry young man
shufflin down the street.
Flat nothin to say to everyone he meet.
Folks try helping him get out of the heat.
He wears filthy, torn rags, with ripped moldy shoe casings,
over crust blackened feet.
Offer him change, he'll toss it in the street.
How'd he get to be that way?
Won't somebody please,
put a hit out on his miseries.
Town folk say he'd be much better off dead.
With a bullet to his head.

Got no friends, tellin you no jokes.
Won't let you offer on up your smokes.
Run down, hustled, jacked, took down, beat.
Flattened like a pancake on crackdown street.
The game is to put on for you a crazy show.
Who's lovin this baby, I don't know?
What a shame,
you've forgotten my name.
How did it get to be this way?
Won't somebody please,
put a hit out on my miseries.
Town folk say I'd be much better off dead.
With a bullet to my head.

G, Bercu

AKA Buddy Bee Anthony

Buddy Bee Anthony

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