Veinte Seis
Selling some candy to save my life
Hope your sweet tooth will deliver me off this express train
One way ticket to where I been dreaming
The confections man has arrived
Grinding after school rush hour to give you that snack
Peanut m & m’s skittles snickers
Speak up closed mouth don’t get fed please don’t whisper
Give me maybe a lil more than dollar
You see this sugar in the flesh
But there’s a lot of rain you might not see me tomorrow
All this drama sleeping on the subway
Benches almost like memory foam
I know I’m not alone
We should from a Candy Workers Union
Shut down the newspaper stand poisoning your brain
Me I’m giving hope to the people
Just riding the grain not flushing my life down the drain
Like empty racist Arizona can
Full of high fructose like duck hunting
Might be the next one bucked down for fun
I’m running this marathon waiting for someone
To give me a fresh drink
Think about all your sweet memories
I could possibly provide
Don’t know how much more time
We have left to survive
Whatever remains I’m just trying
To get mines
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