May 19 2009
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North Philly Out The Window
Wake up on the hardwood floor
North Philly out the window
Girard never sleeps
But its heart beat slows
Always someone on the street
In the house of the Lord’s shadow
Empty shell fiend’s feet
Pound the corner concrete
Looking for change
Maybe a lick that’s sweet
As a Swisher
Sell perfume to a wisher
Wishing on a star she can’t see
For some kind of issue
To be resolved
And the chamber revolves
And the sound of a discharge
Reverberates off row house walls
-Ghost Writer
